‘Well, come on, you’re only ten minutes away, I’ll start the engine again, you got the beer?’ Mike barked. ‘Can’t,’ I said, ‘she left ... bag in the truck.’ ‘Shit! If we left now we could get back before dark,’ he sounded wounded. ‘Sorry,’ I said. We had looked forward to the evening, a beer of my choice on the way out, an hour of trolling around ‘Mike’s Reef’ and another beer on the return trip. We would finish the six pack at the dock before we parted for the night. Mike was one of two friends. I moved over for a closer look at Delilah's beautiful pussy. And beautiful it was. Her pussy lips were perfect, large but not too large. Her slit was big like Sarah's as well, which hopefully meant she had potential to take things as big as Sarah has. Her hips were a bit wider though, so maybe she could take more.What the hell am I thinking? I thought, this is still rape. My cock throbbed in my jeans as I watched Sarah push the 7 inch dildo in and out. Delilah began to moan between whimpers.. Then, everything seemed to happen both quickly and languidly, at once as rapidly as a bolt of lightning and as slowly as a speeding snail. Along the way, somehow, at some point, shoes were kicked off and out of the way, my sweatshirt was discarded, her jeans, my jeans, my socks, her socks… …and suddenly, without warning, my goddess was kneeling before me, my underwear at my ankles, my hands in her hair as I guided her head toward my tall erection. A sound I had never made before rumbled deep. Some, the ones that knew they were destined to be snuffed from the beginning, resigned to their fate, would not plea for mercy, but would never fail to struggle in their bonds, and grieve loudly before the procedure.He never saw acceptance like Lila's. He wished he had met her master, someone who could command such love and docility from a slave. For the first time he felt his heart tearing with desire for a slave; his need for her overwhelming his common sense, he struggled with the decision.