" I'm telling you Captain, there are no scratches." Don't form an opinion so fast. Remember the class on observation? It's chapter six in your workboo.... What if the female was barefooted?"We checked the table again. He was correct. There were no scratches or marks where I predicted they should be.I watched as Carter filled out the report, making sure he remembered to include each of the discoveries we had made. He took measurements while I photographed the scene, female's ass on top of table,. He wasn't sure why this piece had caught hisattention, but it had. It was covered up in a pinkish red and whitewrapper, and didn't have any brand name that he recognized on it. "Mustbe some small company or something," he decided, putting it along withthe other 5 pieces he'd taken into his own bag, not noticing that Cindy had stopped demanding her bag back. "Thanks," he said, dropping Cindy'sbag of candy where he'd picked it up from, earning him a slight glarebefore Cindy turned back to her. Tommy forced small talk before she finally asked where it was. he showed her to the slave's room and excused himself for the evening and left to see his friends. Cynthia stood int he doorway of the slave's room and took it all in. This thing was young, very young, and it was very attractive for a nigger. As Cynthia tended to it;s wounds she found herself paying extra attention to it's tight round ass. She spread the cheeks apart unnecessarily just to get a look at the forbidden mound between. She woke up with my penis sticking right towards her face. When it’s right in front of your face and inches away from your mouth, it’s hard to miss, right? Would I have enjoyed this sight or been disgusted about it if I were a girl? I had no idea! I couldn’t figure out what was in her head.She got up and adjusted her dress, and asked if she had slept for a long time. I laughed and said, “It’s the next morning, madam,” and started laughing. She started to hit me playfully and kissed me on my.