I didn't want to believe at first, she went on. The story goes there was a big black slave named Otis who fucked his master's daughter. She ordered th... slave to fuck her and when it was found out. The girl lied and said the slave forced him self on her.Of course they believed the word of the slave owner's daughter over a slave. While they were stringing him up, he cursed this whole place. Now all the women whom stay here are fucked by Otis.Is that why your always in good spirits, Kitty asked. Your mouth sliding to the back of my neck, exposed by the ponytail I wear for work. Tongue gliding over my skin. Up to behind my ear. Nipping at my earlobe. Nibbling that spot under the ear where the jawline starts. Growling, "Fuck, I want you," into my ear. Hands sliding into my pants on either side of my hips. Loose, they easily slip down without being unbuttoned. Your body scooting back as you guide them off. My own hands lifting my upper body so I can ditch my tank top. Crawling back. I wanted her. I felt her warm breath on my body as I kissed her neck slowly. As I took off her bra, her breasts finally were free. I suckled on her small nipples to her moans."Ugh... ugh..."I silenced her using my fingers, which she sucked. While I was sucking her buxom breasts, my hands moved up her skirt and up her beautiful legs for me to rub her treasure between her legs. I could feel the dampness through her underwear."Fuck, you're so wet and tight..."She smiled, as I kept fondling. He urged me back onto the desk and hooked his arms under my knees, planting his hands squarely on the desk beside my shoulders. My lower body was curled up upon itself and the change in angle setting off a whole new level of intensity. His face was inches above mine and his eyes bored into me as he asked fiercely, “Just how hard do you reckon you would have got it if someone had of found out what you were doing under that table, huh?” I felt excitement race through me at his words but it was.