A broad Pamela-type smile crept across her face. I turned several shades of red and, though I later regretted it, I bolted for the door.Pamela's honey...smooth voice called out, "See you later, Bobby."I felt the overwhelming need to go and plunge my dick and perhaps my head in cold water.As I strolled post piss up the trail from the outhouse, the air was full of the smell of frying bacon mixed with sweet honeysuckle. Pamela and Amy were emerging from the bunkhouse. Both wore demure (yet very. Suddenly, I felt total release as my feminine body bolted, ahigh-pitched cry of passion issuing forth from my mouth. Wave after waveof electricity rolled through me as my orgasm reached its apex. Never as aman had I experienced such utter delight! As I thrashed my head in rhythmwith my undulating hips, I found myself wishing to experience this feelingagain with a man! Weak-kneed and flushed from my experience, I got out of the shower andwrapped a towel around my petite body, tucked in. That might be nice. I realized I sounded like a whiny bitch and focused on my beer and the game. But within 5 minutes I had my phone out and I was swiping back and forth between the pictures of Kana, then re-reading texts she had sent me. I was definitely obsessed with the girl, but it would be nice for my dick to have a break. Later that night in the hotel I couldn’t sleep even though I was exhausted. I called Kana and was ridiculously relieved to hear her voice. Before I could stop myself I. It was one of two things that her pussy craved from him; is thick rod was the other. He had no other redeeming qualities, and Song constantly thought of ways to kill him. She knew that would lead to other problems. She knew that if she failed she would be killed instead.She knew that if she killed her owner that the pain, the humiliation, the dehumanization of slavery, and the constant degradation might end. While her heart yearned to be free, something below her heart, something that was now.