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 wa... 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 had inflicted upon Black slaves. And she felt truly owned!! Only animals and slaves were branded!! She was a slave!!. She was property!! She belonged to Daddy!!. She felt so proud and her pussy started. My nipples were hard as little rocks as my lower body moved in a way I did not know was possible. Just this morning I was traveling to New York with my new husband and this evening here I am lying flat of my back feeling feels I never knew any one person could feel. He starts off by massage my tense body with oils and lotions making me as limp as a wet noodle. As the scented candles lit up the room, giving it a romantic glow, my husband seem to be doing the same to my body. I fell in love. She moaned as my cock pounded her tight ass. She fingered her clit and bucked her ass towards me.“Oh, Laura. Your ass feels so good around my cock,” I said as I smacked it again. “Laura, I’m going to cum, baby.” She pushed back as I cupped her warm sex and my cock pounded her until I couldn’t hold out any more and I finally let loose. “Oh, fuck yes!” We both cried out as my cock throbbed and shot my cum, filling the condom as I fingered her until she came on my hand. I pulled out, Laura. " I blushed deep red and smiled at him, and told him I was 16. "That's OK, I don't mind that," he said. "Are you a virgin?" he asked. I told him I was. As I watched, he took off his uniform pants and hung them up in the closet. Standing there in his white boxers and t-shirt, he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen anywhere. He came back to the bed, sat, and took off his t-shirt. Sure enough, high up on his left arm near the shoulder was an anchor, with the words "U.S. Navy" under it. God, it was.