” He smiled.She looked at him from the corner of her eyes.“When you were off doing your special forces missions, you did this to people you captur...d, didn’t you? You tortured them like this to get information. Go on, you can admit it to me. I’m your lawyer now. Everything you tell me is covered by lawyer client confidentiality.”He chuckled.“Let’s leave what I did to get information in the deep recesses of things we’ll talk about some day when you think you’ve done something wrong, and need to. "Pardon me?" I asked."Yesterday, I met a man from the slavery days, and today, he has me saddling a mule to take me away from home. Where will I be working Master, the house or the fields?"I was thunderstruck for a few seconds, until I saw the corner of her mouth twitch, and suddenly realized she was shining me on."Neither," I said, trying to sound lecherous. "I keep healthy, fine looking wenches like you for my personal enjoyment."Lucy broke out laughing at my reply. When she finally stopped. She is soaking wet and purring like a kitten, clinging to her bedsheet, desperate to feel him inside her. His hard maleness probes the anal entrance, gently he probes further into her. She squeals and leans back, pressing herself further onto his pole.He grips her hips, thrusting hard, almost savagely taking her. She squeals even more, louder than before, eagerly accepting his rigid shaft. They both move, together, lost in sheer lust. The moment overtakes them. The sensations override the. He had blue and red trunks, no shirt covering his wash board stomach, and blue boots. His blue eyes drew her like a magnet to him. As she walked toward him, he saw her, and watched as she came closer. Just so happened, he stood by the rubber trash can that held the beer. Allie reached her hand inside and pulled out an Ultra, twisted the top and pressed it to her lips as her eyes met his. “Hi, I am Derek, what’s your name?” “I am Allie, nice to meet you Derek, I like your costume.” “Thanks, I.