Misti got her voice back. "Fuck her good, Mike. Give her your cum." Mike smiled at her. "Okay, Baby. I'll give it to her good. He grabbed hold of her ...ss with both hands, shoved, and groaned his load into her waiting body.Misti lay there for a bit more, then was helped to the bathroom, and into a tub of very warm water. A few minutes later she was able to stand, with assistance, and dry off. She was helped into the living room. A cold drink was placed next to her. Her first coherent question. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling Captain’s ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.“If you want more, you’ll get it,” Sambo sternly warned, gazing down at the white man huddled around his feet.“Now APOLOGIZE!!!” the ex-slave ordered the Confederate Captain, who remained gasping and. And even if it would get him closer to our goal, Nathaniel would rather take a Holy Water bath than forsake his mother’s blood. Not that he’s the only one who feels that way, so I have no reason to be bitchy about that. A little info on Nathaniel: Nathaniel Jacobs was born to my uncle’s mistress, a servant who washed bed linens for her Masters and Mistresses. Since his birth Nathaniel was treated as less than trash and thought of just as fondly by the Elders of our kind. Mostly because his. Steadying herself against the movement of the train, she rose to her feet, standing in front of Drunk Man and then bending over to drag her tongue along his shaft. Headphone Man was behind her in an instant. He gave her arse a slap, then pulled her buttocks apart. She felt her hole gape for him, longing for the inevitable penetration.Then he was clutching at her breasts again, digging his fingers into soft flesh as he began pounding her in time to the ptsh, ptsh, ptsh from the headphones. Drunk.