‘And French, of course, but not British individuals and companies. It’s to stop people who oppose us buying up the cotton estates and freeing the ...slaves that way.’ ‘But, pray, Mister Strand, does that not restrict the buyers who might purchase Selby Bluff’ ‘Yes of course it does.’ She smiled again, wanting him to explain. ‘So what exactly are you proposing?’ He took a silent puff on his pipe before answering. ‘Well that is what the new State laws are there for and that is where I come in,. I was raised within such prejudice on sexuality, eroticism, and nudity. And I was born naked. You may know what comes next: I would get many psycho complexes. I felt only like a weak link. Somewhat curses with homesexuality, fur affinity, exhibitionizm, masochizm, et cetera. I don't believe in the devil but what demons are in my unlucky heart? That was the way I was thinking all along. It used to be some cruel years till I would realize the only devil was me. When I were so stupid to punish. He decided that he would work on his sermon for the forthcoming Sunday service; he did not fail to recognise the relevant irony of his choice of sermon subject. His sermon for Sunday was straying from the righteous path and giving in to Satan's temptations.As he worked on his sermon, he found he had to keep deleting his wording as his mind wandered off to his plans for tonight and in the middle of defending the platitude of remaining faithful to the good book he would suddenly notice a sentence. Soon enough we were exhaling our hits into eachothers mouth and kissing while we did it. The jets of the hottub and our kissing while smoking was so hot, and we were both hard. After two bowl packs we were pretty high and just making out heavily while feeling eachother up through our boxers. He got on top of me and grinded his ass on my cock. He slid his boxers off and then took mine off. We continued to kiss and grind as we were. After a few minutes he reached between us and massaged my hard.