That caused you to shiver and whimper.Back between your lips, the finger found your deep damp center. One of us moaned. Maybe both.Your motions brough... that single finger from out of sight to your clit, then back in, repeatedly. Steady rhythm brought steady pumping of your hips. Steady pumping of your hips told me your next orgasm bubbled inside.“Finish me.” It damn sure wasn’t a request.With that, you turned, stepped over the lounger and ordered me to sit.“Put your butt right here on the end. Charles didn't know how much iron they could load into the wagon, they would have to find out by experiment. All he knew at the moment was that they would be able to haul a lot more than could be pulled by a camel.It took two weeks to mine a full load of iron. Charles insisted that they not overload the tractors, reminding them that they had to leave room in the wagons for themselves, the dogs, and the dog carts. They had over five tons of iron by the time they had as much loaded as Charles. After all, what good is a slave if he doesn’t wait for the master? On meeting me, he ordered me to walk in front of him. He made me open and close the lift door for him. On reaching his place, he asked me to immediately get on all fours. (No hi-hello talk). I was asked to remove my pants, underpants, and t-shirt. On removing he asked me if I would be comfortable wearing a vest or without a vest. I said I preferred removing the vest. On hearing, he told me to keep it on. *Domination*I was on my. Suddenly he yanked me, turning me in his arms so my back was pressed against his chest. He grasped my throat with one hand and began to rub at my clit with the other. I squirmed and mewled and he whispered obscenities in my ear as he pressed and rubbed and squeezed until I was thrashing and squirting. He wiped his fingers on my stomach, knocking against the wicked clamps in the process and then shoved me to my knees. I used my hands to feel for the opening and then crawled inside, soaked.