It’s not bad.” “Would you tell me if it was?” I rolled over and looked at him. I saw concern in his eyes. “You would make me tell you anyw...y.” “Damn right I would,” he responded, pulling me closer to him. I felt so protected and loved when he held me and I felt the strain leaving my body. The pain didn’t matter as much anymore. He sat up and pulled my tee shirt off and yanked my sleep shorts off. He didn’t say a word. He laid me back in the bed and moved between my legs and lifted them on. .’eat my ass!’ and I was glad too, she would bounce a bit on and off my tounge I was rock hard ass she just slapped my cock around, I was i heaven..as I was as deep as my tounge would go Lynn leaned up and I started to feel her rubbing my ass with lube, and then she was putting a dildo in me, it was pretty big, I was twitching with pain and pleasure, she got off my face to focus on fucking my ass with that thing, she rammed with that thing for a good ten minutes..’turn over, it’s my turn’ I did. Maybe itwas resolution. She was becoming more excited as she prepared. She arrangedthe basement where she could keep a slave, erecting sound baffling on thewalls, not that anyone would ever hear as Karen's house was miles from thenearest neighbor. A thick chain bolted to the floor, a mattress, heavy-dutylocks and bolts and bars, motion detectors, a closed circuit monitoring systemwith night vision, intercoms. This was becoming a full time job. She becamemore thrilled as it all started coming. Slaves would be killed on sight in Texas if they were seen to have a pistol, and having a "black" skin color was enough for most Whites to assume that the person in question was a slave. She would have to wait until they were in NMT before Cissiee could practice openly or show her pistol.Actually, she was probably better off hiding the fact that she had a gun and could use it, since that would make her attackers too bold for their own good. It was wearing on the spirit to be constantly on.