He crept in with his lantern (there were locks on the doors but they were seldom ever used on the farm) and got to work. He had just finished when he ...heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen from inside the house. Afraid that it might be the farmers wife and his little lie about finishing the job earlier might be discovered, he quickly extinguished his lantern before its light could be detected. It was the farmers wife, she had come into the kitchen for something, she carried a very bright. The excitement of what he was doing to her breast and the anticipation of what his right hand was about to do was almost her undoing. She fought to not cum right then and there on his leg. Lauren desperately wanted him to do to her lady parts what he was doing to her nipple. Without hesitation, he glided his finger right to her throbbing sweet spot and she cried out while a shudder engulfed her whole body. But Adam didn’t need to lick his fingers to massage that area. Lauren was already. He held his breath...his face turning pink, then red. "Fucking... Worthless... Whore!"As he said the words, I quickly shoved my tongue down his throat and pressed my body as tightly against his as I could. "Yes. I can feel you pumping, let it out. Give me all of it!"He moved his hands to my shoulders and pulling down hard, straining against the orgasm. I could feel him pumping his cum into me. It was glorious. I'd taken his power, just as I took my husbands. I placed my mouth next to his ear. " So what you are saying is that you are setting me up to fail." Don't be stupid Lativa. We were both assigned to the project and if you fail then by extension I fail." You are willing to deliberately let the project fail to teach the nigger that it doesn't pay to try and climb too high?" It always comes back to that, doesn't it? It's always the white mans fault. If you succeed it is in spite of him and if you fail it is because of him. God, but it must be nice to be born with a built in excuse.