Don’t get a young one no matter how pretty she is.” She handed me a heavy purse. “Spend what you must,” she said with a smile. “no more than...that.”So I rode on into the city using my well-forged passes and hitched my horse and light rig behind the shed where the slaves were held. The sale began right at noon with field hands from some of the surrounding farms and then came the house servants being sold by people who were leaving New York for greener and safer pastures.When a small woman wearing. "Come on then." I follow her, slamming my car door shut and following her through a narrow gate towards the bright blue front door of her Victorian style terrace house. Her hands are shaking in their gloves as she pushes the key into the lock and then opens the door. Stepping inside, we are immediately engulfed by heat. "Come in and close the door would you." She seems breathless by the cold, her hands drop her music and keys onto a rustic wooden side table and she hastily takes over her damp. 'After those final words she moved and mounted herself on me. Sometimes I wondered if I had created a monster by helping her to reveal her sexuality. But instead of complaining I had decided to roll the nipples of her small but wonderful breasts. That had been last night. I had not agreed but we both knew that I was fighting a battle I couldn't win. But it didn't mean that I would make it easy for them.My reminiscence was interrupted by the doorbell. Since I was just finishing preparing. You lift your legs slightly and tilt your hips so that i can fuck you deep. I lean forward and kiss you, i push my cock in to you deep, but not fast , Savouring every part of your pussy around my manhood. I start to increase my speed, slowly not all out like a jack hammer....yet. Your wetness feels gorgeous. I keep kissing you as i fuck your tight pussy, tongues exploring. A light sheen of sweat covers us both and the smell of sex now hangs heavy in the room, I love the smell of sex. “ fuck me.