He had been severely beaten and wasn't conscious. Tom nodded to the man and Peter cut him down. One of the other slaves was quick to tell them, "If ya...cut'm down Massa Storey will beat 'm again." Tom smiled and shook his head, "I don't think so. Have you got a moss woman that can take care of him?" The young man nodded his head, "Yesa Massa, I'll go fetch her right'way." The young man was off at a run. Tom decided to wait until they had seen to the man and sat on the low wall.It was only a. She especially wasn't going to try that with someone watching. Which, reminded her. "Why are you bothering me?" I wanted to watch." Couldn't you do that from a distance?" Sam wiped her fingers on a patch of grass next to her sword. Lil's eyes followed."So ... spying on you is better than this?" No, but ... ah, whatever." She buttoned herself back up, but stayed sitting. She was too comfortable to move at the moment, and what pleasure she had gotten still soothed her.Lil walked down the sheath. It was a heady combination and I loved it.My mind is having difficulty separating the real world from my fantasy. It keeps crossing back and forth from the realm of imagination to the reality before me. I want Momma to kiss me deeply and stick her hot wet tongue in my ear, her hot breath filling it and telling me she loves me so. Biting and sucking my neck. She's tugging madly at my inflamed nipples, alternating between that and squeezing my firm young tits. Rolling them between her gentle. Many relationships had failed with him, but never because of something like this. I decided to go for it, and he set it up with her. The night before the party, he handed me a big box. "Open this, and put on whatever is inside. It's from Mistress Amber." I took the box, and opened it. Inside was a black lace bra, thong with rhinestones up the back, garterbelt, silk stockings, and 7" patent leather ballet shoes. This was getting interesting. I had my makeup done nice and slutty, with sexy red.