“Crazy, isn’t it!” She whispered back.For the next few minutes, both Ashleigh and the girl continued to stroke their respective dates cock. This...changed when the girl in front leaned down and took the guys cock in her mouth. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself quiet.“Well, I can’t be one-upped, can I?” And Ashleigh leaned down and consumed my shaft between her lips. All she did was move up and down my cock slowly – nothing overly dramatic. I held her hair as she did to. I wasn't mad, just disappointed. I had looked forward to the dinner as a welcome distraction from my deep down thirst to be subjugated, humiliated, degraded by white men. This deep down thirst had started to surface a year ago and I had done everything possible to ignore it. I had worked three jobs, volunteered and learned how to play several musical instruments, just so I didn't act on it; Just so I didn't feel it swallowing me little by little; just so I can keep an air of respectability. I. I rubbed my wrists and begged him, “Please Sir…my father will pay you handsomely…”, but before I could finish the sentence, the two guards who had been at the back of the tent pulled my arms stretched out to my sides. The guards were very large, muscular, and rough-looking men with faces worn by the desert winds and sand.“We have already been paid for our services”, he muttered as he knelt down and cut the ties binding my ankles together.I looked at the wagon train. It was a few simple wagons. 'I feel I must explain a few things.' I started before being interrupted by our M.D.He said condescendingly, 'not now David we are in an important meeting.'I continued anyway. 'If this is the place for this woman to make allegations, then this is also the correct place to refute them.'He started to say something but I didn't give him the chance. 'Sit down and shut up Bill. These are very serious accusations and I will answer them.' I saw Ms. Evans look nervously at her colleagues as if trying.