She turned around, wiggled her ass at me and asked if I was hard now.I stepped over to her, bent her over the hood of her car and ground my crotch int... her ass, saying “Does this answer your question?” the entire time rubbing up and down her ass crack. As she moaned her reply she pushed back against me.I pulled her tights down until her bare ass was sticking up in her bent over position. She leaned lower on her car, pushing her pussy back towards my cock and spreading her legs as much as she. “sshhhh”.. at the silky touch of her fingers my lips shut themselves tight and my mouth went dry.. she signaled me to get back to the opposite chair.. I went back and sat down there quietly..and I bent my head down in shame unable to face her..Sis: lift your head steve, I have a surprise for you..I slowly lifted my head and saw at her.. she smiled at me and flashed the back of her left hand towards me and there in the third finger was the little diamond ring was smiling at me.. I just got the. She remembered the Frenchman was addicted to the anal fun and games and she enjoyed being his receptacle for his copious spunk in the dark of night.Margaret was sad the Frenchman lost his chance of owning her at the auction, but she put it down to fate and accepted it because she had other plans than being a slave for the rest of her life.The mountain man’s retinue was haphazard to say the least but they were loyal to the core. The former slaves worked willingly and shared in his profits when. "I am going to be processed one way or another," she said to her parents. "This way, you prevent you two and Milly from joining me over the coals." "There never was a tutor," Sheila said accusingly, "was there?" "No. There wasn't. I am sorry about lying to you, but this seemed the only way to get here without hurting someone. You and dad would never volunteer me. I could have broken some law and been put in jail until they processed me, but I didn't really want to hurt.