The air was full of the smell of coffee and bacon, and though this would normally stir my appetite, I was completely distracted by my thoughts.My reve...rie was dispelled by a sharp yell from Uncle Dick, warning me to get myself downstairs for breakfast or he would throw it out. I brushed my teeth quickly, pulled on my usual shorts and t-shirt, and started down the stairs. I was in agony with every step. I could not imagine how to face Aunt Jane. In retrospect, I seemed to have no problem in. Being 34 and approaching my sexual peak I found it harder and harder to control my sexual emotions even though I suppressed them like I should as I was taught.One day I received an unmarked large envelope and inside was an interracial sex magazine with graphic explicit sex acts depicted. I quickly shoved it back into the envelope and through it into my bag. I did'nt want to throw into the trash for fear someone would find it and what would they think. I would throw it away on the way home when. His fingers dance along my inner thighs and touch barely my bald pussy.My breathing is heavy as his fingers play with my clit. I raise my head, nod and smile to let him know that he must not stop. I lower my head and close my eyes, his hand grabs one breast and begins to twist my nipple. I squeal and squirm slightly while his other hand rubs my sweet pot harder.Mark kisses my lips gently then with more vigor. My tongue reaches for his while he continues to massage my breasts and clit. His hands. The Overseer seated herself at the end of the cat-walk, crossing long bare thighs. It would be good for those nearer the bows to see the striped flesh of those two just under the poop deck. She liked having new galley-slaves under her control. It amused her when they sobbed and sobbed that they could go no longer. They could not possibly. No... no... no... they just COULDN’T! But she made them. Then, if and when they fell senseless over their oar, she had a means of dealing with that too. A.