I saw the south land people hard at work in the fields. It looked like a very hard life indeed, no wonder many women left this life to submit themselv...s to the auction houses in the big cities.When I arrived at Norton’s homestead around noon, I was greeted by his assistant who led me through the grounds. A homestead was not a good description of Norton’s home. It was really a palace built into a cliff face, an incredible, beautiful achievement. His assistant told me Norton had designed and. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I was so miserable, so lost. I felt dirty. But not because of what I had done, but because of how he made me feel. Vincent took an exaggerated breath and said ‘Okay, are you done with the temper tantrum?” He put his hands on his hips. I could have knocked his teeth out. Had he always spoken to me this way? Why was I clinging to this? I studied him for a moment. He was nothing. Simple looking, simple minded, and mediocre. I turned away and walked out of. “Really? So, that movie depicted healthy, normal sexuality in the context of a marriage. So, you think that what goes on behind closed doors between married people is pornographic? It’s wrong? It should never happen?”“Well, no, that’s not what I meant. Stop twisting my words!” The good Reverend was flustered.“Okay, so what do you think is acceptable forms of human sexuality?”“I ... that’s not the point of this round table. I think—”“Yes, it is the point of this round table. You sit there trying. " she was smiling and running her long finger down her already moist slit. Not wanting to be rude I dove in tongue first and begin to eat her. Her scent filled my nose as I buried my nose in her thick bush. I grabbed her butter soft caramel ass in my hands and held her close. She ground her by now, sopping wet cunt into my face and I moved up to her engorged clit and beginning to suck it gently and I then inserted two finger into her sopping wet hole and rotated them until I could massage her.