I held my breath, and waited to see if she'd take the next step. Becky pulled her face back about an inch, and looked into my eyes before bestowing a ...mall kiss on my lips. Then she was sliding off of me, between my legs, her eyes locked on the angry red pole rising from my shorts, her fingers bracketing it but not touching. Her hands crept forward, encircling, and then grasping me, and she slid them up in an unhurried, teasing fashion, and then all the way back down. She repeated this several. She can't help it, it's the nature of the nigger to have a need to breed.”“I never realized the responsibility I was taking on,” Charles said with genuine feeling.“There is another responsibility that you must take and that is to protect her from those who would steal her form you including the abolitionist. If you are confronted by them, tell them you purchased her to free her and you will educate her as one of you family. They will then treat you as one of their own. And never under any. "I'm sorry to trouble you, but we're lost?" Davidstarted. "And you're wet and cold and hungry and you're miles from the nearesthostelry or village," finished the woman. She grinned in a friendly mannerand the pair took a liking to her. "Go round t' back door m'dears andthen you'll be in't kitchen. That'll save us wiping up the drips from the polishedwood floor." "She seems friendly enough," David remarked. "Friendly and showing more than she should to strangers," Pam countered.The kitchen door. Let me catch my breath . . . please . . . not another climax . . . I'm cumming so hard it hurts . . . please, another orgasm will destroy me . . . I can't take another . . . oh please have mercy . . .”Your eyes slowly blink, as you can now make out the desperate husky cries of a woman panting for breath, though your vision fails to return.“You should have thought of that before you tried to get revenge on me!” A manly baritone growl cruelly cuts the frantic pleas of the woman short. “Now the.