I think a nice bit of ploughing is just what you need today. I have things to do around here, so you'll be on your own for much of the day."Grace had ...aid the previous day that the stubble needed to be ploughed into the cornfield and shown her where the hand plough was kept. When she had asked why the horse could not be used to pull the plough, Grace had gone white with rage and told her that such fine horses could never be used for such menial work. Caroline had been utterly cowed by this. I positioned the head of my cock against her lips but before I could push she pushed back onto me. I grabbed hips and started to pound the white bitch."You been dreaming about getting some nigger dick! Haven't you? You fucking white slut." I said as I banged her as hard as I had ever fuck a womanThere was something so fucking sexy about her white body taking me. I could hear her grunting as I fucked her. I could see her clenching her fingers as my cock slid deep into her."Make me cum on that. One or two of the boys made mental notes of the words.“You said useless twice”“What? WHAT? You want me to put my fist up your arse are pull your teeth out?”“Not particularly. I’ve been employed by Mr. Martin and assigned to this wagon train. You don’t like it? Take it up with him.” Cavendish had found himself in the saloon the previous evening, had drunk three beers and then some more disgusting whisky. His mouth was like a dried up water hole and he wasn’t in a good mood. He didn’t feel like. She heard the door open and the sound of her father moving into the room.She stirred, but kept her eyes closed. She flung an arm over and realized then that Fred was sitting on the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes and squealed, yanking the blanket up over her boobs."Daddy!" she cried."Don't be frightened, puddin'," Fred said, glancing nervously around the room. "I was just wondering why you were still in bed."Deliberately leaving her thighs exposed, the little blonde stared up at her.