It felt great but I knew he wasn't going to last very long. Unfortunately I was right. He probably didn't last longer than three or four minutes befor...e he started cumming inside of me. If he had kept that up for a while I could have easily cum half a dozen times. When I realized that he was having an orgasm I groaned, experiencing an emotion that was almost despair.I desperately needed to cum again. Whether by accident or by design, I suspect the former, Craig began grinding his pubic bone. The Duckworth Plantation was owned by one Columbus Duckworth. He had been born to a slave mother in 1816. It was understood by most everyone within a hundred miles that his father had been a wealthy tradesman and planter by the name of John Duckworth.Columbus spent his early c***dhood in the slave quarters. When he was ten, he was moved into the big house where he slept on a rope bed at the foot of his half-brothers’ bed. He became an apprentice to John, who was a barrel maker. He was also. It stood ajar but only a few inches. His hand trembling slightly, he pushed the door farther open and looked at the scene. Rose was lying naked across the bed as she had done the first time, her legs spread widely, the raw redness of her entrancing cunt fully exposed. As Pete looked at her in this position, he nearly shot off in his pants, but managed to cool down his feelings momentarily. The Great Dane was standing near the bed and staring directly at Rose's cunt. Pete was careful not to make. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out of the car. I sprawled on wet gravel, my hand grasping for the Taser in my pocket. I was on my back staring at the three guys approaching me. They were unbuckling their jeans with desperate hungry haste.I brandished the Taser at them. Two of them already had their cocks out and were jerking at them urgently. They got closer."Take your clothes off you fucking dirty.