There was four others slaves, each chained by the ankle to a hook in the bottom of the wagon. Jamal was chained like the rest. The wagon was driven by...a old white hair slave. He told them to sing as the old master was close behind in his fine carriage. As they sang, he told them was was to happen to them.The old master had bought them for his grandson. His grandson had just bought some land and built a house and he needed some labor to clean the land off and farm it. The white hair woman and. Load after load, into her mouth as she kept sucking and swallowing my cum. We spent the next half hour taking a shower together. We were both hungry after our little adventure. I called room service and ordered lunch for both of us. We were both smiling as if we were kids who had stolen cookies from the cookie jar and they couldn’t pin it on us. During lunch Shilpa told me about her friend, Parveen. She told me how Parveen and she used to have a sexual relationship right from their college. After couple of weeks my mom fallen sick with viral fever and got tablets from the nearby government hospital and doctor told it will take 4-5 days to become normal and advised to take complete bed rest. So I took leave and got some money from the relative who visited home to see my mom and gone to net café and find this guy online who pinged me and asked whether he can come to my home. I told not this time since mom is sick and he suddenly told me that this is the right opportunity which make. "I trust you are more than eager to hear theverdict?" Yes, please?" I nod vigorously."The verdict is right here," the prophet hands me an envelope. "All youneed to know is there, Paul.. you man with two assholes."The prophet winks at me, grins, and walks away.I start the "girlie prancing," as the prophet would call it.Contradictory emotions within me are screaming to open the envelope. Ifinally succumb to my inner storm and read the following note,"Dear Paul,You have handled the pickup artists.