Just as Tiffany had said to do Ophelia asked Sheila for the bathroom when breakfast came.
“Yeah Yeah just hurry up and don’t get any ideas” Sheila yelled after Ophelia.
Entering the bathroom Tiffany stepped out the shower and the couple enjoyed a long deep kiss.
“Now turn around so I can actually use the bathroom” Ophelia ordered.
After Ophelia was done Tiffany turned back around to see Ophelia looking at something.
“Tiffany I’m pregnant.” Ophelia said whirling around with a pregnancy tester in hand.
The silence was so thick you couldn’t cut it with diamond, as Tiffany slowly took the pregnancy test stick from Ophelia’s hands.
“How could this have happened?” Tiffany said quietly “We have to tell Sarah so she won’t….” Tiffany was unable to finish her sentence.
“Tiffany, what do they do to the pregnant women?” Ophelia asked wrapping her arms around the distraught black woman.
“Sarah sells the babies into slavery and then kills the mothers” Tiffany choked out retching into the toilet.
“Will you let that happen to me?” Ophelia asked
“NO NEVER!” Tiffany had to be calmed down by Ophelia’s embrace before she caused them to be discovered.
“Calm down I believe you.” Ophelia said. Taking Tiffany’s hand Ophelia placed it on her stomach “If you want a place for a child to grow up and thrive you have to get out of this mess. Now think where would a key be required?
“Only a couple of places Sarah’s office, the cabins out back, the basement, the van, or the motorcycle keys but those went missing yesterday……DON’T TELL ME.”
“Calm down and yes I did, but we can’t escape with just a dirt bike, we need money so we can start a new life. Where does Sarah keep the client’s money?” Ophelia asked.
“It the wall safe in her room, I’ll find a way to get to it.” Tiffany stated confidently.
“And I will prep the motorcycle deal?”
“Deal.”
After another kiss the couple separated to fulfill their jobs.
On Ophelia’s end she could only hope that a client picked her. About halfway through the day she finally got chosen by a Puerto Rican. Determined not to screw the plan up Ophelia picked out the sexiest dress she could find. It was black and had fabric that criss crossed over the breasts not really hiding anything and extended down to Ophelia’s calves.
Walking into the cabin the woman was surprised to see Ophelia lying on the bed with her ass in the air wiggling it. Closing the door behind her the 23 year old freed her 5 inches from her pants and approached Ophelia like she was going to destroy her with her cock. Sighing in relief Ophelia knew that if she wanted to get to the motorcycle she would have to fuck whoever chose her into a coma and her job just got a whole lot easier.
On the harder side of things Tiffany entered her foster mother’s office.
“Can I help you dear?” Sarah asked not looking up from the paper work she was writing.
“I think you know what I want….mom” Tiffany struggled to hide the contempt in her voice, contempt born from the fact that her mother had convinced her to kidnap women and turn them into slaves.
“I’m afraid I don’t have time to have sex with you right now dear.” Sarah sighed.
“I’m not asking” Tiffany said crossing the room with lengthy strides.
Walking behind Sarah Tiffany started examining the uninteresting trinkets on Sarah’s dresser.
“I know you love feeling when you fuck me. When your huge fucking cock pounds my tight black pussy you enjoy it so much don’t you? You love having a busty black bitch at your disposal so you can dump your load into her sweet cunt whenever your cock gets hard.”
Although on the outside the dirty talking wasn’t getting to Sarah, when her cock rose from beneath her formal business skirt Tiffany knew she was successful. Unzipping her pant Tiffany let her semi-hard cock lay across the paper work Sarah was reading.
“So what are you doing exactly?” Tiffany asked.
“You’re really not going to let this go are you?” Sarah sighed.
“Not until I get what I want.” Tiffany smiled.
“Stand up…please”
Standing up Sarah’s cock hit the desk and scattered her paper, causing Sarah to sigh again and Tiffany to giggle. Shedding her pants slowly Tiffany bent over Sarah’s desk and wiggled her ass in front of Sarah.
“Come and get it.”
Fully intent on finishing this quickly Sarah took a firm hold on each of the black girl’s ass cheeks and shoved her cock into Tiffany’s pussy causing the girl to cry out as the large intrusion entered her. Sarah was grunting from exertion and Tiffany looked like she had instantly orgasmed as her eyes had a cloudy look. Leaning over Tiffany grunted as she came inside the girl, something she hadn’t done in 5 years.
Sarah fell back in her chair exhausted, but Tiffany wasn’t done with her yet. Sitting on top of her foster mother’s lap Tiffany began grinding against Sarah’s crotch once again rising her cock against Sarah’s feeble protests. Standing up again Tiffany slowly lowered herself onto Sarah’s long thick pole. Once Tiffany got the full foot inside of her she could feel the head of Sarah’s cock brushing up against her womb and Tiffany was pretty sure Sarah could feel it as well.
Wasting no time Tiffany began bouncing up and down on Sarah’s cock with her cock making a wet slapping sound when it hit Sarah’s stomach. It was a déjà vu moment from the day Tiffany first met Sarah, but this time Sarah was on the receiving end.
Grunting was all Sarah could do as she came directly inside Tiffany’s womb. Standing up all of Sarah’s excess cum flowed out of Tiffany like a waterfall, but Tiffany could Sarah was still awake and was determined to knock her out. Lifting up Sarah’s considerably lighter balls Tiffany placed her cock at Sarah’s pussy. Sarah didn’t even feel anything until Tiffany slammed into her numbing force.
Tiffany wasn’t pulling any punches as she hammered her foster mother’s barely touched pussy. Even if Sarah had her thoughts together she would too tired to do anything and the last thing she saw before she climaxed and passed out was Tiffany’s face. Pulling out of Sarah Tiffany stuffed her cock back in her pants and walked over to a painting of the main lodge from the outside.
Removing the painting Sarah turned the dial on the safe 3 turns to the right 48, to turns to the left 33, one turn to the right 16 and then *POP* went the safe. Inside were stacks upon stacks of money and Tiffany didn’t hesitate whatsoever grabbing as much as she could and filling a duffel bag she pulled out of Sarah’s closet.
Checking the hallway, Tiffany tip toed out the office and into the kitchen where she called 911.
“This is 911 what’s your emergency?”
“This is a tip off about a kidnapping ring. They kidnap girls and turn them into prostitutes. The location of the resort is 5 miles off Weber Road into the woods, follow the dirt road path it’s impossible to miss.”
“Wh-”
Tiffany hung up before the operator could even respond and was in the garage as the operator dispatched 6 squad cars to the location. Seeing Tiffany Ophelia stepped out from behind a triangle of barrels.
“Do you know how to drive a dirt bike?” Ophelia asked as she got on.
“I’ve driven one before.” Tiffany said mounting the bike.
“Good because I sure don’t know how.”
“I also only stayed upright for 5 seconds before I crashed.”
Before Ophelia even had time to curse, Tiffany took off out the garage and pass a couple as they filled Trish’s holes outside in the flower field. Before long they were zipping down the dirt road and Ophelia took in a deep breath of free air.
Hitting the main road Tiffany turned toward the city where Sarah owned a house. Ophelia said something inaudible into Tiffany’s back that sounded like ‘Thank You’, but whatever it was got lost in the wind as the couple road off into the sunset.
Reaching the house Tiffany pulled into the driveway and helped Ophelia off.
“Welcome to your new home.” Tiffany smiled staring at the 2 story townhouse.
“You mean our new home” Ophelia said as she wrapped one arm around Tiffany and wondered about what would happen next.
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