They seemed to be debating about something Betty wanted to do By now I was feeling rather good and when we all settled on the sofa and lounge, Betty...suggested watching some private flicks she had taken of her and Carol and some friends. I said okay and into the DVD player went a disc. What I would see made me realize what the two had been discussing and what Betty was hoping would happen that evening. The first part showed Carol being tied to a post, arms and legs spread apart like an x. " The MORE sperm on these occasions," he said, with that playfully impish smirk I knew so well, "the better!" Robert seemed to like it," I said."He did!" Jackson replied, and then, after a pause he said, in a lowered tone of voice that indicated a need for a certain amount of discretion: "He's a pastor, you know. Married too, but, he LOVES those sperm cocktails!" I had a feeling he might be something like that," I replied."He's been coming here almost from the very beginning," Jackson. "Help her, please." She a good woman," one of the younger slaves said, pointing toward a thicket of second growth scrub.It was dark and cooler among the tangled trees, and I soon heard a man yell, "I got her, the bitch, ow." There was some thrashing off to my right, past a large deadfall, and the same man yelled, a bit louder, "Greg, damn you, come help me here." A woman screamed, and I heard a loud slap.And here came Gregory, a big Redcoat, crashing through the underbrush, red-faced,. I invited him over to the house for a soak in the hot tub and to catch up. He suggested we go skinny dipping. My husband wasn't home and it was dark out so I figured why not? Nothing feels better that hot water on bare skin and something about me trusted him. Afterall, he's never bragged around town that he'd had sex with her and it was a small town and it could easily have spread like wildfire if he's opened his mouth. We caught up on what was new and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me..