It was private property and the owner didn't want any niggers on his property. He talked to Janet and Joe Henry, who was acting as wagonmaster. It was...obvious that he expected to bully and bluster them to get his way, but the both surprised him by refusing to give in.None of the White men who had ridden up had seen me, yet, so they assumed that Janet was the only White with the train of Negroes. For some stupid reason, the sheriff appeared to think that Janet must be whoring around among the. She was wet and hot to the touch. He knew without being told she wanted his cock inside her.His cock was fully erect and throbbing. It looked like it ached to be inside her. He motioned for her to move back on the bed so he could stand on his knees between her open thighs. He inhaled a sharp breath as the head of his cock sank into her warming depths. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her silken wet cave. Now he was being tortured. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were. Of course, since she wanted to have his babies at last, Kat was even hornier than usual, and that was saying a lot. Kat was the hottest, sexiest woman Lyle had ever known, and seemed to have no scruples about using him for her pleasure.It was another example of why Lyle had chosen to be Kat's concubine instead of Madeline's husband. His ex-wife was completely uninterested in sex except as a kind of leverage over him. Now she couldn't do that anymore. His new mistress didn't need to use sex that. Her kiss was like no other. It had a sensual style all its own that sent my heart flying and got my cock hard in seconds. The only problem was that because it got me so hot, I was always compelled much too soon to abandon her mouth for other, more sensitive areas.In keeping with my tradition, my lips made their way along her jaw line to her ear where they paused briefly to allow my tongue to flit along the lobe. Still impatient, they travelled down her neck to her collarbone. My hands left her.