A man in the truck tilts his head and looks my way. I take acouple of steps over to the truck. He asks, "Are you Tabatha?" I didn't reply. I couldn't ...peak if I wanted to. Besides, I still thinkmy voice would betray me. I open the passenger side door and stepped in.***How far should I go back? A couple of years ago. When I was thirteen?How about when I was ten? I grew up the youngest of five with four oldersisters. My mom worked hard to support us as we had no father aroundsince I was six. Same. I lock the door and turn around and come back into the room - your still laying on the bed -completely drained -but not for long - told you baby that I would make you cum 3 or 4 times the next time we were together in the hotel room *smiles* lets see you came 1 time when we had sex - then when we were in the tub and just now - so I think we need one more out of you before I go . you look at me - I don't think I can baby - I *smile* and say you don't have a choice - your going to. Where was she. Then she remembered that she was at Daddy’s place. Then she felt a pain in her ass. I’ve been branded!!. I’ve been branded!! I’m a slavegirl!! Those thoughts made her pussy get wet again. She felt up to her neck for her collar. Yes, there it was. She really was a slavegirl!!She thought back to the branding. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors. In the afternoon she takes lunch alongwith my family members. I always used to sit in front of her so that to see her body movements. While eating, she bends, at that time her tender breasts shall visible clearly in her churidar tops. She always wears churidar that too tight churidar so that to expose her body developments. During her stay in my house, santhi frequently went to my sister’s bathroom for releasing her hot yellow fluid, yes, santhi’s hot piss.Whenever santhi went to my sister’s.