A quick glance at the clock revealed that it was just before seven-thirty. I shook my head, trying to clear out the cobwebs and remember why I'm awake... at this unholy hour. As the knowledge slowly percolated through my brain (assisted rather rudely by the sunshine in my face), I groan loudly, and crawl out of my bed for my monthly BME.BME stands for 'Book-Movie Extravaganza.' Once a month, instead of lounging at home or going out with friends, I bury myself in the local Borders to catch up on. I groaned as it slid in easily. Cum oozed out around the sides of this glass dildoe. I continued to fuck myself with it untill my body shuddered once again as I cum to a round of cheers. As I lay there catching my breath, I said the show was now well and truly over. I put my rags back on and shouted to them Id see them around for a return match. They all shouted theyd look forward to it and to make it soon. I got plenty of comments from men and women on my way back to the car, especially the. She was now my dinner for tonight and I was enjoying every bit of it. I kept fucking her for ten minutes and in this time she must have had orgasm 2-3 times. I was shivering too by this time and cummed hard on her pussy and then lay on her top for some time. She was finished by this time and we lay side by side for about an hour talking to each other and touching and pressing each others part she had opened fully now and was behaving as a wife to me I stayed at her place whole night and neither. A bookcase and a computer beside the desk and an old sofa against the wall. A coffee pot was dripping in the corner and the sun was shining through the blue tinted windows behind Sheriff Miller as he sat in his big leather chair and looked at me. I smiled hopefully and then looked down. The man wasn't smiling back."You're in a heap of trouble," the sheriff said and that brought my eyes back up. "Mr. Davis told us that he picked you up hitchhiking. That he didn't know you were a runaway slave..