Waking up every few hours it wasn't until she masturbated that she was able to get some rest. On awakening, she once again began to ruminate on every ...spect of what seeing him meant.Having dated black men in the past she had no problem with that although it was something she could never discuss with her family; bringing a black man into their home was out of the question. Well-meaning and decent her parents harbored strong racist feelings and viewed race-mixing as degenerate, if not downright. “Wasn’t you the one who was dying to ride the rollercoaster?” Connor replied, a small teasing smile on his face.The redhead shrugged. “Maybe we should wait and go on a day that won’t be so packed with people,” she suggested, getting a bit tense. “It’s not like the park will skip town.”Connor actually debated the idea in his mind, it would be less nerve-wracking to check out the amusement park in a day where he wouldn’t constantly stumble into girls he would feel pressured to make a move on, but. The end of the summer was coming. When we went home, we would have a long distance relationship, much like the failed one Abby had with Trip. I was going to make a quick visit home before coming back for the start of school. Patrice was going home to Shreveport before also going back to school. It would be hard to manage to see each other very often. As I thought about that, I felt a tear escape my eye. I blinked but the tears just kept coming. I was determined not to let Patrice see me upset.. I couldn'teven conjure up an image of what a 'Suck and Fuck Horse' was. Itdidn't sound good though.Two slaves approached the center of the room, each carryingidentical objects. They looked like sawhorses, only they were wideron the center bar and they were padded with a soft leather material.The devices were placed into the center of the room and secured tothe floor with bolts, preventing them from moving.Mistress Penelope and Mistress Danielle each rose from their thronesand approached us..