" Dr. Williams struggled to maintain her composure as her own bi-sexual tendencies created pornographic images of herself, Cecelia and the apparently ...ell-endowed Bill. Matt suddenly appeared in her imagination and tied Bill up. The mental image of Matt sodomizing Bill was way too distracting and she pushed it from her mind."I know that! It's just that he gets me to where I'm kind of out of control. Sometimes I'm scared what he may want me to do because I won't, I won't be able to say "no" to. The tiny window of the cabinet would show tiny bottles of over the counter aspirin, cold and flu medications, and laying on the tiny ledge protruding from the cabinet, his toothbrush would be drying beside the half-empty tube of toothpaste. If he were to open the closet there would be fourteen plain white dress shirts on plain white hangers, fourteen plain black pairs of slacks, and fourteen plain black suit jackets. Beside the jackets there would be a tie hanger with five ties: two black, one. It felt so good I leaned back and started thing about football. It was so hard not to cum but I managed. She got up and sat next to me kissing my nipples again. I laid her back and didnt hold back at all. I rubbed my tip on her wet pussy, it slipped in so easily. She gasped. I thrust firmly. She moaned. I thrust harder. She scratched my back. I took that to mean fuck the shit out of me, and I did. I kept thrusting and rubbing her tits until I came. We layed kissing on her couch with. The owner when Terry had left to go into the army had been his maternal grandmother, Eunice Hatchett. Born with the same drive to make something of the place again in the modern day as her father, she’d been doing that and slowly losing ground for all of her adult life. Many of her friends and (few) employees were the descendants of the slaves who had once worked the plantation long ago. She did her best to keep them employed and there was nobody more frugal with her slowly-dwindling fortune.