Finally he grabbed me, stripped my sweat pants off to reveal my black stockings, white garter belt and pink floral hi cut nylon panties with lace trim... He had me bend over the couch then spanked my panty ass, calling me "fucking cunt", "faggot" "slut". "You know what happens to sissies that dress like a whore, they get fucked.". He laughed, then moved back to my head and rammed his cock into my sissy mouth. I was bent over and he trusted up into my throat holding my head to force his meat. I came up to her pretending I was surprised seeing her for the first time, and touched her leg just at the skirt rim to call her attention. This also produced a chill enough for her to turned around and find out who was it, with a look of discontent on her face by the shock. She smiled at me the moment found out who the offender was, I smiled back. She grabbed my arm; we greeted each other by kissing in the cheek and began to chat about our last rendezvous in the pool which and these funny. She had asked around in London and had been advised not to take a cabin on one of the returning cotton ships for they were slow, had inferior quarters and often unruly and vulgar crews. That would never do! Instead, she booked a passage on one of the lighter, faster clippers that primarily transported tobacco into Bristol and light machinery, clothing and other goods back to Norfolk. The Western Spirit carried a maximum of ten passengers, but only five were on this trip. With Amanda were Mr. .“Then you will need to take you skirt off…He heard her gasp again as he went past her, into the kitchen. He could hear her starting to undress while he selected a bottle of wine. “Should I also...remove my...nylons, sir?“Yes, please…He opened the bottle and poured two glasses. When he looked up, there was colour on her cheeks. As far as he could see, she was only wearing the shirt and the cardigan. He began to get second thoughts; buying another person, even for a limited time, was not in line.