Louisiana. Wherever. It didn't matter. Everythingsouth of Colorado was inbreeder land to them. It was pathetic the way he dancedfrom foot to foot at t...e street crossing, puffing and rubbing his hands together. "You'd think it was fuckin' forty below!" one of them laughed ashe lit another cigarette. The boys had done their homework, though. They had been workingon this project for months. The Lady was very specific in her tastes and wouldnot be happy if they screwed this up for her. They knew. So she is planning a second 500,000 run to make sure there are enough for everyone who wants to read it.’ ‘You are right, that is just wonderful news Dianne, but if you do not mind I am so tired from that interview I just want to take a nap.’ Dianne nodded her head and quietly left the room. Allison closed her eyes and flowed with the memories, following them back to Virginia, back to the old plantation where she grew up. The great house, now neglected, and the slave quarters a little more that. I’ve been in the bedroom a few minutes, wondering what you’re doing, when you come back in the room. I feel you climb on the bed and start to rub the head of your cock on my ass. Next thing i know, your smacking my ass with your hand, making me moan and cry out in pleasure. You then start to mess with the butt plug in my ass, twisting and pulling it in and out of my ass. by this time, I’m begging you to fuck my pussy or my ass, i don't care, as long as you fuck me, but you tell me no and to. She pictured Sara's pussy and ass being spanked with the thin rod. She saw the maid willingly parting her legs in anticipation for another lash. She saw Mr. Karlsson getting ready in front of Sara's cute, tear-covered face as he started to push his cock deep in her throat. Her face getting red and covered in saliva while Mr. Karlsson fucked it without any sign of gentleness.Lisa could not help but curl up in the bed and press her moist crotch against the mattress. A whole week had passed since.