At this moment, there were other free Blacks celebrating the nuptials on his property. Roughly half of them owned slaves too. The rest did not. There ...ere also many enslaved Blacks joining in the festivities. Interestingly enough, there were two white men and three white women in attendance. Master Duckworth was a smart man that enjoyed smoking cigars, reading classical Greek literature, counting his money, and playing chess. He was careful not to display too much of his wealth for fear that. Passing through the living room, she turned on the music and went to the bedroom to get the blindfold and ear plugs. Putting the plugs in, she turned the music up loud enough that she could still hear it before stepping into the corner. the blindfold pulled on, she settled in for the wait. What she didn't know was that he had already arranged to get off early for the day. She had only been standing there a half hour when he came into the house. The music muffled what the plugs didn't block. Gasping and moaning as her climax subsided she pulled me up and kissed me full on the lips.“Oh my God THAT was awesome” she said as I kissed her and I was still finger fucking her. As she buried her head and her lips on my neck she was still panting and breathing heavily. Pushing me over onto my back on the sofa she ran her fingers over my erect cock through my jeans, unbuttoning them she pulled them off and immediately licked me through my undies. pulling down her own panties.Pulling them down. He was even more domineering than Carlos, but did it in such a way that made what he wanted the most important thing in the world to you. And I suspected that if Mike was pushed enough, he could make Carlos look like a little boy in his rage. Carrie was looking at him with new love eyes, but I’d been around men like him before, and could see the monster lurking below. It made me fear him and want him in equal measure.We followed the same plan Carrie had, snuggling, caressing, talking about.