Her father really was ill though and she had no choice but to do the trip to ensure that the inventory got where it was supposed to be going and there...were no discrepancies or problems.So on this bright morning she found herself standing on the deck counting off the one hundred male slaves, twenty five females and four fancy girls. She knew that the conditions below deck for the slaves would be horrible and she fully expected to lose a number of slaves during the trip but she hoped no more than. She whimpered as I gripped harder on her breast. She wasn't going to get out of this in one piece. She shook her head as I bit down against her neck again. Her entire body pushed back against mine. I knew she wanted it. My hand finally reached that nice small thong. Her legs spread wide as she groaned low and bit down on her bottom lip. My fingers grazed over a nice soft patch of hair. Then I pushed my hand down further until my finger pushed her already wet lips apart. I ground deep into her. Samantha grabbed her book bag and ran. Her first class was ‘Great Women in History and Mythology’ and like a lot of other freshman classes, it graded heavily on attendance. Samantha had gotten straight A’s for most of high school, and she intended to maintain the tradition now that she had gone off to college. Among other things, her parents expected it. She sat down in the first row, very aware of the plug in her ass, fidgeting slightly as the teacher went over a room change for her next set. I continued to alternate between sucking on her big dark nipples, kissing her deeply and rubbing her crotch through her pants. We were both ready to fuck the shit out of each other, but didn’t know what to since this place was too public to have full on sex. We stopped and she put her titties away and composed ourselves. We decided that this was too sporadic and next time we would plan better to meet and fuck (I first received her e-mail about noon, and this was happening at 5pm). We.