She does not work and recieves disability and is a alcholic. She was 31 and I already knew from past she gets freaky with anyone when she is drunk and...will literally throw herself at you. I started going to her house and she started to ask me to sleep over and i would for 2 or 3 days at a time. we would drink and just hang and joke around. couple weeks into it me and her would drink more and more. And i knew this was my chance to get pussy or else I would never. She had been a little touchy. Still none produced a son, so father turned to other sources of…. enjoyment, you might say. He would find things slaves did incorrectly, and punish them wickedly. Many tongues were removed, eyes plucked, brands applied. When I finished school and returned home, it was my – obligation, he said, as one to be Mistress of the plantation on Martinique, to learn and master the ways of punishment. ‘He had me beat a man’s privates to shreds who had simply dropped a piece of crockery. I was required to. Was it? There was something else, wasn't there? Maybe there were a lot of things--things she couldn't let herself think about right now."Yes, um, that's all Parsons," she said. "Back to work." Right, back to work," he said and left, to her relief. She looked out to see several heads quickly turn away out in the bullpen. She blushed furiously.What had she been doing? A report... She had been reviewing a report by... Parsons. She blushed and turned back to her computer. There it was on her. Carla seemed to be enjoying the treatment I was giving her breasts so I continued it for several minutes before beginning to kiss and lick my way down over her stomach to the top of her panties. As I pushed her panties down I kissed my way through a patch of thick dark hair. I could smell her sex now. That wonderful scent of a woman's natural sexual juices, mixed with the perfume she put in her pubic hair and the soap she used. The scent that makes me feel light headed and makes my desire to.