“Most will be sold as slaves,” I answered matter-of-factly.“We would rather die than become slaves!” she shouted in indignation.“That can be...arranged,” I responded darkly.She glared at me, fire in her eyes, the air itself rippling in the heat of her gaze. Her pride made her defiant; as a warrior, she refused to accept the prospect of life as a slave. I was not in the mood for her insolence. The gaze I returned was pure ice, as cold as the grip of death. The slightest provocation, and I. The timing was perfect and she was definitely very experienced at knowing when a guy is going to come. We’re a very good match. I lost my erection for about thirty seconds, but placing my cock between her breasts made me rock hard. It was so warm and soft and I considered just tit fucking her until my next orgasm, but her pussy was too tempting. I pushed her down on the bed and she spread her legs wide, waiting for whatever I had to give her. When I penetrated her I didn’t take it slow, instead. His dark skin was such a turn on for me. Everyday after the work was done the six man work crew, Dad and us girls headed to the pond to cool off, yeah right. The water was cold but with two new guys for each of us girls to play with had our pussy juices were running down our legs on the walk to the pond. Dad, kept wiping our inner thighs with a towel tellin us it was needed. I know he was enjoying that a great deal.I hooked up with my BBC from day one. He was all over my 38c puffy tipped. Taking his cock in hand, she escorted him to a private shower where she produced a loofah and scrubbed his skin with bracing strokes. Feeling revived, he returned the favor, knowing where the wet foreplay was leading. Under the spray, she leaned against the wall and presented her shapely butt to him. Never one to turn down a lady's request, he slid his cock into her depths from behind. They both moaned and soon his hips were slamming against her ass in a delicious rhythm."Ah, God!" he exclaimed.