#· His weight pressed on me and he went in deeper.· He started to move his head was beside mine and he was breathing heavily as the be... rocked.· I pressed my face into the Mattress and cried as he buggered me.· The second one did the same.· As they left Ginger arrived he undressed and pressed a vibrator in to my vagina he switched it on and despite my distress it started to stimulate me.· Ginger rubbed some lubricant on to his erection and started to. I think it makes a huge difference that it's up to me now. Coming here was my decision. I could just as easily have said that I don't want to come. No one would have minded. In fact, they encouraged me to wait until more time has passed. I think that's why I suddenly feel so empowered."So please, don't worry about me. Now that it's happening I'm having fun. And what you're doing right now with your fingers is going a long ways toward getting me in the mood for whatever the hell is going to. “What... . ? What if he makes me pregnant?” I asked.“Then I guess we’ll have another son or daughter,” he smiled.“If you would have fucked one of the black men I sent to the house and gotten pregnant, that might have been a problem. I wouldn’t have gotten angry, but of course there would have been whispers when we brought the new addition to our family home, but we would have been able to handle it. If you get pregnant by Ronald, that will be even easier to deal with. So what do you want to. Fletcher said, ‘You sure?’ Sorrel answered, ‘Is that what you’re getting?’ Fletcher answered, ‘Yes, I think so.’ Sorrel offered, ‘Then me too.’ The waitress came back with their beer. Have you two decided? Fletcher answered, ‘Yes, we’ll have the Salmon.’ The waitress volunteered, ‘You get two sides with that.’ Fletcher looked at Sorrel, ‘What do you think, salad with the house dressing, and perhaps a baked potato?’ Sorrel didn’t look up, ‘Yes, I’d like that.’ Sorrel didn’t like salads as a.