"Paul you bastard I'm cumming" and with that your body shakes, you head shoots back and you let out a small cry."Fuck me you bastard, fuck me". Being ...the gentleman I am, and the fact my cock is fit to burst and so hard who am I to disappoint.I pull your legs up and put my cock against your wet pussy and holding your ankles I push into you. You feel my cock go hard and deep in you, no holding back here I want you, want to cum in you and my bum moves back and forth. Even when I don't think I can. But Carol had her own pre-conceived ideas about the proper way for a slave to act, and show respect. As a result, Kara was meeting with some resistance. She had finally gotten Carol to sit down at the dinner table so that they could eat together. Until now, Carol had insisted on waiting until Kara was done eating, before she would touch a morsel. Kara had felt very uncomfortable in eating as Carol stood at attention by her side, waiting to run and fetch anything that Kara desired. Carol had. “Hey, it’s Eric,” I started.“What’s wrong?” he asked.“I think there is a leak in the State Department here in San Francisco,” I answered.“Explain,” he prompted. So I laid it out to him.When I had finished he sat silently on the line, I could hear the tapping of keys.“OK, got it. I know who to contact. Stay clear, you get me?” he asked.“I get you,” I replied.“Good. And this conversation never took place,” he added.“I know,” I agreed.And that was it.A little over a week later, there was a major. She arrived a couple of days later, her clothes and possessions packed in a green Chevy. She looked good, having lost a lot of weight. She had a nice figure and breasts that made a hungry handful. For the next couple of days we didn't do much more than talk and catch up on family gossip. She slept a lot, resting from her travails. Apparently her husband was an abuser, not that such news surprised me. Since I lived in that part of the U.S. where our family had the deepest roots I offered to give.