I fake it with a form of speed writing I used in college during lectures. I'm not a trained secretary. I apologize for wasting so much of your time. I...enjoyed talking with you and hope to be able to see the portraits again somewhere, someday." She rose to leave."Sit down, Susan!" Mary said sharply. The girl was startled, but she sat down. "Why were you leaving?" Mary asked with her kindness now audible in her voice."Because I'm a fake and a fraud, Mrs. Jefferson," she replied with tears. I was so hot that I grabbed her hair and held it so I could fuck her mouth. She just made slurping noises as it hit the back of her throat.“Oh yeah…suck my cock…FUCK YEAH!” I yelled as I came in her mouth. She drunk all my cum and stood up wiping her mouth. She leaned in kissing me as she took off her clothes. When she was done, she pushed me on the bed on my back. She straddled me and I picked up her big tit to suck on it. She started moaning and bucking her hips. Her pussy kept on sliding. She moaned in pure pleasure as she began to thrust it in and out. Sometimes she thrust it deep into her, other times just an inch or so. With each thrust her hips lifted to meet it. Her eyes focused on her hand, the reflected hand. She watched as she began to fuck herself harder and faster. Her other hand now on her breasts again, mauling one then the other. Her fingers began pinching and twisting her stiff nipples, rolling them between thumb and index finger. She raised her head, watching. Seven British soldiers were chasing this woman for one reason or another. Knowing how ruthless soldiers could be women, especially black women, Sarah followed them, using the branches and her near-silent steps as cover.The woman was running towards a box canyon, which would block her escape. Sarah would have to act to help the woman from whatever fate held for her. The rest of her group would hopefully be able to pick up enough meat and hides without her help.As the woman and her pursuers ran.