. He was the type who was more likely to beat the shit out of you, or throw you off a moving bike, that make you have sex with a dog...” She shrugs.... “So I didn’t do anything. I just kept watching her do it ... Until the dog died, and not long after that they just left her at the services on the M1...”“I never forgot those dog sessions ... I used to think about them all the time...”We change angles, having cut a good ten minutes of her life-story... “My man ended up in prison ... The gang wasn’t. It really is a delightful tropical hideaway. The island where it is located really was one of the hubs of the slave trade back in the day. The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I won’t tell you where it really is. At least not now. I don’t think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their. I used his surname, Howard, of course, instead of my birth name, Macduff. His nieces, Holly and Shelly Howard, were now my first cousins and part of my harem, definitely worming their way into my heart.There were also David, Lisa’s younger brother, and his girlfriend, Amber. There was an unmistakable “devil’s triangle” quality of menage a trois with that couple, David being very bi, a real twink, and submissive to me. Amber was the daughter of my favorite teacher, Debbie Kearney/Howard, of. We rested lying side by side Mom on one side Lyn on the other Lyn moved to sit astride my face I felt Mom eased my legs apart sliding her tongue deep into my wet vagina. Lyn rubbed her vagina over my face before getting comfortable my tongue found the opening of her vagina and slid in Lyn started to rise and fall as if riding a horse my tongue slid in and out of her vagina I felt Lyn shudder as she came to her orgasm I couldn’t cry out Lyn was sitting on my face her vaginal juice washed over my.