It was slave owners relaxing and enjoying the luxury of being fondled and sucked off in public, in front of their peers as if it meant nothing at all ...o them. Such a thing existed beyond reason anywhere else in our culture, and most of them would have been shocked and outraged at such behavior in another place and time. But right then and there it was perfectly normal and engaged a wholly separate cultural identity for those men.To us slaves, it meant very little. I'd suck and fuck my Master. He bent me over and dropped to his knees grabbing an ass cheek in each hand and slowly lapped at my pussy, starting from the clit and straight up over my asshole. He made this noise that I love and haven't heard for so long, you know that noise, the one in which a man makes when he tastes a sweet pussy; like a groan and an mmmm. It sent a shutter down my spine. Then he told me to turn around and lay down. I did, spreading my legs for him to continue pleasing me. I almost forgot to warn him, but. I'll marry you Carol." "Linda. My real name is Linda Wittam". "My mother's name", I thought"And I know someone who can marry us." Carol and I spent the night together, fucking each other. She brought out her strapons and fucked me silly and I fucked her ass and her cunt in return.When we went to bed, we were exhausted, I was drained and still in love with my own mother.We got the marriage license in a few days. Mom and Heather kept calling me but I ignored them. I was mad.A few days later, a. She must have had a really full bladder because it was going and going. I rubbed faster, feeling the tingle in my toes. Before I could cum, she stopped and flushed. Damn it, i thought. I wanted to cum so bad at that point. I looked at the time on my watch. It was 1:15 and the game started at 2:30. Not having time to finish masturbating, I dressed and headed out again.I drove across town to the campus library where I was to meet Kara and we would walk to her sorority only a block away. I found a.