”“General, you got to give me credit.”“It’s early yet. Your crop’s not in the ground. It’s still the old year. What do you need so much ...oday?”“It ain’t today,” Bucephalus said. “They stole my money. I don’t have anything.”The story took a little time to get out. Bucephalus had hidden all the cash he got for his cotton crop in his cabin. The door had no lock. He had been in the market for a mule and had gone to look for one. When he got home, the door was open, the cabin was messed up, and the. She started at my shoulders and moved down my back. She gave my ass a little squeeze and continued to move down my body. She went to my left leg and then my right. Starting as high up my thigh as possible and slowly moving down. When she came back up a hand went from one thigh to the other, stopping in the middle to feel and rub my balls. Her hands moved slowly over my body, feeling every inch. I could not help but feel aroused by this. My mind was telling me that something must have gone. She slung her gym bag over her shoulder and made her way up the driveway, her hips and ample buttocks swaying with a natural seductiveness and Edward assumed his proper position for welcoming her. Freya opened the door and was greeted with a most enticing sight: her slave was standing in the entrance, his sinewy physique accentuated by the sunlight that had followed her inside. He was completely exposed, save for the black thong that had his genitals bundled into quite a presentable package.. Instead, I grabbed onto the front of my desk and prepped myself for something big.His member wasn't extraordinary, but I still set up the circumstances to make it hot. I surely felt a difference between my snatch and my mouth, and it seemed I made his schlong a little thicker with my mouth.Whether or not that was true didn't matter; I got the sensation of his prick going in and out of my pussy still at the same speed, not too fast or too slow. I shook my behind a bit, but with him enjoying the.