Hands grabbed him forcing him up.“Where am I?” He tried to shake off their grip on him. Smack! Pain radiated from his cheek to his ear as his head...whipped to the side under the force of the speaker’s backhand.“Don’t speak unless spoken to, You stupid fuck!” The voice reverberating in Tyler’s ear drum was the same as before. He shook his head trying to clear his mind and figure things out. His hair was jerked mid shake. The man was not done. Tyler’s head was pulled back, his face warmed by the. I nervously said with a bit of humor in my voice “ok but what if my the pants get wet” He said He could can already see a dark spot starting to form now but that was fine and perfectly natural, that it happens often to new models. it’s nothing that can’t be edited out later. The idea of him looking at close up pictures of my camel toe got me very excited. I wondered if he would pleasure himself to the pictures he is taking of me. He had me do a few more poses in the leggings and sports bra. Wasn’t my time but whatever. The people who killed me didn’t seem to think so. I was going out with this chick named Kimberly Stallone whom I met back at the college. She was tall, stacked, and a bit thick, but she had a pretty face, with the big round booty from hell. We had a good time. This chocolate-skinned sister was going places. She attended Bridgewater State College on a scholarship and wanted to be a doctor someday. Yeah, she had beauty and brains. I thought we were a good match. The. I also found grandpa’s whip and some device’s that were scary. Pictures of his slaves. Gorgeous black women who actually looked happy. But knowing it was probably all show. I wonder did he make them fuck? Did they want to? I found letters written to him from one woman who wasn’t my great grandma. Her handwriting was awful and her spelling even worse. Juana was the woman’s name she confessed her love for him. There was multiple letters from her . I suspect he was having a affair with her. I.