His hot weight dropped on her back, his flesh oozing over her like some great rubbery mass of soft jelly.She was aware of the hardening of her uncle's...penis once more, this time jerking against the crease of her buttocks and she could feel the pressure of his hands on her waist. His hands ran over the long, firm muscles of her calves and up the inside of her thighs and he smoothed her buttocks with his fingers. She tried to twist away from him, not yet aware of what he was going to do.She felt. ...I was lifeless, drifting, dazed my bare whipped bottom and green stained clit still buzzing as he kept twisting and pulling on my nipples vulgarly until I thought he might twist them off! This strange black lawman called me a dirty little black cock whore! OMG I made no attempt to deny this comment as I certainly was, as this orgasm was sooo incredibly gooood , and satisfying the best of the best in humiliating torture and abuse!.I hung there helplessly with my arms around his neck trying to. That was a good thing you did for Sydney. I watched how she took care of you every day, always smiling. But I always thought she had a sadness hanging over her. If what she said is any indication, I believe it's gone now, thanks to you," she told me.I rose then, offering her the chair. Catherine thanked me as she sat down, lost in her own private thoughts. I waited. I really didn't have anything to say. I felt drained, wasted, and empty."Would you like to do something special for her?". Marie was incontinuous glee at my predicament and discomfort. Even though MissVickie had spent a lot of time styling and setting my hair and doingmy make up, Marie washed my face and gave me another shampoo andtowel dried my hair. I was made to sit at her vanity table, in frontof her make up lighted mirror, in bra and panties, with a fluffytowel wound around my chest, in girlish fashion, as she started myinstruction in roller hair setting and basic bedtime make up.After nine or ten false.