Sensing that might send me over the edge, you immediately pull close to me. ‘Does my little dreamer want to, cum? Yess… I know you are just at the...edge, aren’t you?’, I nod yes. ‘Yes little slut, I know you want to cum, but a good whore knows not to cum before her master allows he to cum… You are a, good… little slut… aren’t you?’ (Yes I nod) ‘Now, little slut, I want you to… sleep.’ I quickly drop back into trance. ‘Yes, that’s right my little dreamer, I want you to go deeper now. SLEEP!’. And perhaps in our travels we would encounter a stray woman or two for Todd.But until then, we were the three musketeers. And I hated seeing Todd in such need for love to be returned to him. Not to mention horniness. Oops! I just mentioned it.It wasn’t only Todd who was horny either. I knew I was and Mel told me she was, “ ... leaving snail trails...” in her wake. With the kids it had become difficult even at home. Here, in our primitive state, we could still discreetly manage, but then there’s. He would sit in the wooding rocking chair while Kim stood up and straddled his face. Now I knew, he liked to fuck too. Maybe he would stroke my slit, I thought. I had the impression all black men liked to fool around with young white girls, so, every adult black man I was around was a potential play mate. Suddenly, my big black weird gym teacher wasn’t just odd. His ball sack and cock tip would hang out the side of his shorts as he sat there talking to us young girls. Now I knew why. He. ” His eyes narrowed fractionally as he peered at her. “What did you have in mind?” “If you have to ask then I must not be making my point plain enough.” Her hand on his muscled thigh inched its way up making Mike shiver in anticipation. She giggled breathily with barely a blush to her face, as her hand rested on his rapidly growing adore. “A Lady of your standing?” His breath caressed her lips as he leaned towards her. “You and I both know that I am not known as a Lady and we both know that I.