" He did as he were told and kissed the toes of the tightly buttoned boots of the dominant servant; He would willingly have served her in any way she ...hose. She left him, naked but for the shirt and collar, kneeling in the middle of the hall. He watched her pert bottom move sweetly in the tight black leather as she strode away, through a door under the stairway, closing it behind her.He was made to kneel there for a good ten minutes to allow him to contemplate what may be in store for him. Then. " Yeah," I said, as I started singing the lyrics that I remembered from Billy Ackright's post-college days. And that turned into such a weird moment. I mean it was me, using Whitney Stubbs' surprisingly deep musical talents to sing a song that she had never heard, that only had some meaning to my life as Billy. Trying to describe it is sort of like describing the color blue to a blind person.When I finished my little run through, the day was over, and it was time to go back to the hotel. In the. He pinched and rolled it, making me shudder and gasp. My pussy clenched on the wonderful cock reaming me. I loved big, Black cocks so much. They stretched out my pussy so bestest. They were amazing.I humped against him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. Pleasure rippled through my body every time he bottomed out in me. My eyes rolled back in my head. My arms locked around his neck as he pounded me so hard, pushing my ass back into the melons.“Damn, you are one hot-pussy woman,” groaned the. Come with me,” as she grabbed my hand and rushed me to the tool shed.And I went, even though I knew there would be trouble. She was the lady of the house, Sally Grimes, the wife of the owner of the plantation, the master of all the slaves therein.“Quick James, do me before he finds me,” she said in the dim light of the shack.She threw her long white neck back as she ordered me to kiss it. “You know it’s gonna cause problems, Missus,” I said. She wasn’t listening, she was just gonna take.