At home, after Master shut off the car, he grabbed the bags and walked over to my door. My legs felt stiff as I got out of the car and my breasts swun...g and pressed against my blouse. I smiled at him as we walked into the house. As soon as the door closed, Master pressed me against the door with his body. He kissed my mouth roughly and nibbled my neck. My nipples hardened as I pressed back into him. He reached down cupped my mound in his hand. He slid two fingers against the opening and brought. Wave after orgasmic wave ripped thru her loins, each one generating a hot squirt of her own cum onto my face and the cheap bedspread."Oh fuck, don't stop keep licking my pussy" she begged after she finished coming. I kept up my sucking and licking, hoping to bring her off again. Over and over, she alternated between grabbing my head and beating the bed with her hands. By this time, I was licking her tight little shithole as well, knowing that she loved it."Oh God, Steve never did that" she. Before she could get to the conveyor, she saw a pretty, around late twenties, woman in a chauffer’s uniform holding a placard, which read 'Simone Greene.' “That’s me,” she said, extending her hand to greet her. “I’m Beatrice, but you can call me Bea,” said the woman, taking her hand. “Your luggage is already in the car.” On the ride to the buyer’s house, Simone sat silently in the back. She had recently turned 18 and graduated from high school. She stood at around 5’3”. Her strawberry-blond. But it wasn't to bad, I thought. Dad was in to big a hurry to get the guns and stuff in the car. You see, we only lived 16 miles from Washington DC, and the Blacks were already starting their riots. We were going back to Levittown Pa. To stay with friends. When we got there, I met Lewis for the first time in ten years. Lewis was my age and was my best friend back then, but as you know, Tom Wolf said it best, "You can't go home again."I went it to his room to change before anyone could before.