“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shiiiiiiit………..” I had to cover her mouth to stifle the noise. She opened her eyes; she was frowning with the effect of h...er approaching orgasm. I felt her stiffen and she arched her back as her orgasm hit her, there was a muffled “Oh my fucking god!” from behind my hand and I swear she had tears in her eyes. After a few moments she stopped pumping my cock so I started thrusting into her fast and hard. She gasped and moaned as I fucked her. I felt my own orgasm coming, I shut. Mom wanted her to make dinner, which turned out to be Swanson TV dinners imported from the U.S., with two pieces of fried chicken in the main part of the tray, and three little dimples above, one with peas, one with corn, and one with a little blueberry muffin for dessert. When they were cooked (one of the very few things Janet could cook), we sat across from each other and ate in silence. When we were done, she finished her glass of milk and just sat there staring at the empty foil tray."I. It's tattooed on my chest and buttocks, with the word SLAVE you see. I am russian, so I apologize for my english. I fully understand I must testimony only the facts that happened during my slavery and life, for the services of slavery sociology of the university of London.I wasn't born as a slave. I became one not long ago, when I was caught stealing bread, then arrested as a illegal refugee, immediately and trialed. My liberty has been suspended for 200 years, so i will die that way.I was sent. I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.I had to stop in a lay-by for a few minutes get myself.