.. Oh that's it, you're in. OOh got that's gorgeous. Move in me , oh that's it, baby yes, fuck me, fuck my arse, oh my lord that's bgi up there.. oh...yes. " Christ you feel beautiful" he moaned, gently biting my shoulder.I re commenced my masturbation, my tremendously hard clit under my probing fniger.Four or five minutes of exquisite aanl sex later,"Lyn get up on top of me" He rolled onto his back , taking me, and my bottom with himI did as he asked and sat on it, lordy it went a LONG way. This was where the Masters slipped away from their white wives to enjoy an evening with their black slaves, Mr. Reiser explained as we were walking slowly through the first floor. They couldn't be seen like this in a normal restaurant or club, the best places were all segregated anyway and a black girl wouldn't be allowed inside, slave or not. So for the last sixty years or so, slave owners had formed and joined private gentlemen's clubs, owner's clubs like this one. They'd probably done it. Her balled hands were trembling and she felt strangely cold and sensitive. Honestly, she had no idea why she was so flustered. She figured it was some residual effect of the horniness and the butterflies. She pulled off the white corset top as quickly as her quaking fingers would manage, shoved it into a plastic bag and tied it. With any luck, Gabe would be able to sell it quickly for a lot of money and she’d be able to buy herself something she liked better with the proceeds. She was toying. Matching shoes and earrings this time. Simple gold studs, I didn't notice ear piercings last time. On anyone else, they'd just be a casual thing; on her, they were proper femme glamour. She was also carrying a cat carrier, a furry face scowled. "Hi Kara, I love your earrings. The gold looks so good on your skin tones. Pinstripe suit, bringing out the big guns today. Anyone you're trying to impress?" My voice was playful, gently mocking but genuinely warm. I liked Kara and I wanted her to like.