" He grabs my breasts roughly and pulls me against his chest. "I can't wait to fuck you. But for now, I'll settle with this." He pulls my dress up and... thrusts his fingers into me roughly. I cry out, my knees buckling under me, letting him carry my weight. "Look how wet you are, Amy. You want me too, don't you?" he says, cockily. He brings his hand to his mouth and he sucks on his fingers and groan hungrily. "You taste amazing. No wonder my brother chose you." He thrusts his fingers back into me. Slide your hand up and down on the base of his cock in conjunction with your mouth moving up and down on the rest of it. The hard part is finding the correct grip: again you may want his guidance.Another good trick is to wrap your hand around the top of his cock and put your mouth over your hand. Then slide your hand down the shaft and your mouth down on top of it in a fluid motion until your hand meets the base of his cock. It will feel like you’re sliding your mouth all the way down him even. "Ha, I think I may have had more than a hand in that," he laughs, "letme give you a hand getting out of that and cleaning this place up."I smile at him, he has a calming effect, maybe it is his slow,reassuring way of speaking? A weird thing to think, but as I sit there,him unwinding the tape from around me, I think how he'll make a greatdad some day. He'll just have to stay clear of girls who want to playkinky games.As we get up I realise how unsteady I am. Damn you are drunk girlfriend!I look. REMEMBER: This is just a dirty sex story and is not meant to degrade Blacks, Whites, American Indians, or even the Chinese. Take it at face value and remember that in that time period an apology like this would have never even been considered.+++++I was born in 1845 in Maryland not too far from the Virginia state line. My father was a schoolteacher and he didn’t believe in slavery. However, not too awfully far away lived my Uncle George in Virginia. He believed in slavery and he owned several.