"Bethany, go fetch thedisplay, please."The sissy minced over to a cabinet along the wall, bell tinkling with eachstep, and bent at the waist to open t...e small door, her ass beautiful ondisplay for the room to see. She came back, his cum still filling hermouth, and placed a long, ornately carved wooden box on the table betweenthem.Annette reached over to the box and slid open the top panel. Inside,laying on a pillow of pink velvet, was a long, thin black lace choker anda small, bulbous-shaped. That was some tent show you put on. How'd you learn to be such a good liar?" Part'a being a slave, Seth. Y'gotta be able to tell white folks what they wants to hear. You gotta protec' yo'sef. Boss'll want to know, 'Why ain't that crop in?' or 'Who done broke this here hoe?' or 'Why ain' that 'bacca staked?' an' you bes' be able to make up a quick answer he'll believe. One that'll keep you from bein' beat."They reached an improved road, wide enough for two wagons, and turned left, bumping across. I did find an average build, tall, skinny white kid with long hair named Michael Harper which could’ve been him but I didn’t know for sure. Eventually move-in day came and me, my dad, and my sister left my house and drove the hour and a half it takes to get to campus. I drove my white car, my dad in his Silver Minivan, and my sister in her small red car. A smooth drive overall, listened to a bit of Shawn Mendes and a few other artists on the way. Eventually we arrived at the brick house that. A few minutes later I received a text, Yes dear. I waited a minute then received a text, I am touching my pussy through my dress and panties. I was really getting horny now an really hard. Can you get you hand under your dress? I text. A moment went by and then I received the words I was waiting for, Yes dear. I became bolder in my request as she submitted to them. Put you napkin in your lap and pull your dress up. The words came almost instantly on the screen of my phone. Yes dear. I was in.