”“But, I want to see slavery end, not perpetuate it.”“Grant, the book of both of our people speaks of a bond servant. Sam is a bond servant, n...ot a slave.”“I suspect Kwan Jung Lin will be one also,” announced Su Lin Cai.“Who is that?” asked a very perturbed Grant.“My countryman whose life you saved.”“I saved?”“He knows you are responsible for the death of his tormentor. He also knows that it was your people who set him free and brought him on board. He was suffering from malnutrition,. I asked Tony if he would like to try that and almost jumped out of his chair trying to get at Heather. I told him that he would have to wait a few minutes because if I let him go first, I would probably fall in! Heather looked at that and tried to get up and run! Both Tony and I grabbed her and I made her get on her knees in front of me and start sucking to it hard again.As soon as she accomplished that I had her turn around and sit on my lap with my almost insignificant cock buried in her one. He kept it up, until, finally, I had had enough. “I’m sorry,” I screamed, when I managed to catch my breath. “Fuck. I am so sorry.” Tears streamed down my face. I hadn’t remembered that part of pain so well. “Had enough?” he asked. “Oh, God, yes. Sorry, Simon, I am sorry.” “Are you okay?” he asked, and his voice sounded a little worried. “Yes," I panted. “Very good," he replied and then crouched astride my face, positioning his ass over my mouth. “Lick, slut,” he ordered. Damn, rimming.. I felt a tinge of disappointment at not having found it for him myself. At least that strawberry slicer I had gotten for him had already been a success. My mouth watered at the thought of the icebox cake we had made together, clad only in aprons, and then eaten together wearing even less, using our bodies as plates, using our hands to feed each other and our tongues to clean each other... Voices. I started out of my reverie. Steven was home! I decided to surprise him. I placed the book where I.