She asked where I was and I told her I had gotten the part at Walmart. She asked if I would mind getting some things for her while I was there. I to...d I her I would be glad to. “Thank you dear. I don’t know how I will ever show you how much I appreciate all that you are doing for me! Could you please get three bananas, a smallish cucumber and small jar of Vaseline?” I stopped right in the middle of the aisle and stared at my phone. I could hear her asking if I got that and then some. The woman turned back and looked at me again, this time studying my face hard. She finally had to give up, I could tell she was embarrassed by the look on her face.“I have seen you before, but I can’t remember your name.” she finally admitted.“I usually have that effect on people.” I answered, kidding her.“What number are you?” she asked.“Eighty nine.” I responded.I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, then finally something clicked.“Oh you’re the guy who slams the ball over the. "Maybe you could buy me? I sure could use a master like you. Handsome, a bit, you are."I shook my head. "I don't buy people. In any case, I don't need to buy you. As soon as we get to town I'll set my seal on your freedman's papers. I'll give you a little something to tide you over until you find work."She laughed. "Find work? You a crazy man? I tell you -- no way I'm yours. Sorry, they know us, up and down the trail. The first Magistrate sees me and I'm on the block. Might not be for a while. She tried her best to relax her sphincter as Jack gently pushed his fingers inside her tight hole; first only one, then two, and after a while a third one, all the while still using his talented tongue to play with her clit, giving her something else to concentrate on whenever she'd feel any pain. Since she had done pretty much of previous work stretching her asshole, she found it to be rather easy to accustom to the new intruder, now probing her anus. “Express your desire, Mrs Faye. I'm only.