"Miriam felt a little more than just uncomfortable sitting next to this strange black man. She jumped when she felt his hand on her bare thigh. He kep... it there while he produced a baggie from his black silk shirt. There were several hand-rolled cigarettes in the plastic bag or at least she thought they were cigarette."Want one?" he asked.Maurice answered for them both. "Yes, it might relax my wife a little bit. This is her first time."The black man had to remove his hand from Miriam's thigh so. Angle north west and keep skirting the crick ... and some times in it ... to the big meadow follow your chosen star or the setting sun until you run into a northish running road. Head north, skirt the irrigation circle and mosey your way to 335 outside Big Horn. Hook up with County 87 ... Beaver Creek Road ... and follow it. Out in the big middle of nowhere it becomes Beckton Road ... but it’s still 87. Goose Creek ... turn left on 331 right at Beckton that’s 89. Follow it to 74 turn right .... She then walked over to the store owner, and showed her ID, and the slave collar registrations of her pets. Then she sat down on a comfy chair, which was made of a slave on a frame, and began to lightly tease the squirming bundle of womanhood encased beneath her as Emily was led off into the back tack room.Emily followed the shop owner into the tack room, where she was stood up upon a small platform. The tack shop owner quickly had her breasts cut free of the leotard and unitard, exposing her. Stacey cried out in pain, and lost some of her breath. “You wanted to be treated like a whore mom, remember? I know you’ll get off even more if I fuck you hard and that’s what you’re going to get.” Danny was a sex monster possessed and it turned me on even more as well hearing my wife whimpering in pain as our son and I fucked her brains out. Danny slapped her tits hard, leaving them red, and began violently fucking his moms pussy. As I felt him start fucking, I too began fucking her ass as.