I knew what he had seen from the way he gasped. I didn't let on that I knew anything. Then I acted as if I were making an entry in the log, and, GASP!...!! I knew what had happened. Her sweater had opened, and he could see her breasts as if she were topless. She was sitting there like she was getting something from her purse. It was sitting on the end of the desk. She was fully exposed to him. I had seen her use this same routine many times before, and would, most likely, see her use it again. She. Serrah was destined for Savannah, and thus had been taken off the English ocean slaving vessel at Beaufort and transferred further south with other slaves destined for one of the ten rice plantations on Daufuskie Island or the other islands or lowlands bordering on the Calibogue Sound. The owner of the island plantation to which he’d been brought also supplied brothel slaves to the surrounding towns.The small vessel had landed at the pier leading off from Pappys Landing Road, off Mungen Creek,. My cock started to grow hard.We lay quietly side by side for a few minutes, them she rolled over so she laid half on my chest. With one of her thighs tossed over mine, with her knee pressed tightly into my crotch, my cock grew even harder. It was as if my body had a mind of its own. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tighter to me, grinding my growing erection against her beautiful knee.Lowering her face over mine until her lips brushed lightly against mine, she spoke again,“Kiss me. On the bed my feet hang over the edge and my butt is high in the air. Mr Jones moves up behind me and starts tonguing my asshole. Oh God did I love it. He tongue goes deep in my ass. He kisses my ass cheeks. Then he stops. I look back and he is putting lotion on his hard 8 inch dick. Once it's lubed up I watch him step up to my ass. I feel the tip on my asshole. My little brown star starts puckering up in anticipation. Mr Jones plays with me by rubbing the tip around my asshole and just barely.