She lands on her butt and stares at him with shock..."Get naked..." He commands and she shakes her head..."No..." Her disobedient tone makes him angry... He reaches out to his leather belt and takes it off. He tests the belt on the wall, making it slap hard. She knew well a hit from this belt would hurt a lot..."I won't repeat myself..." He stands with belt in hand, and she quickly tries to escape. He grabs her again and turns her around against her will. She struggles, but is unable to escape. I never asked about her size, but it must be 34-30-36. So the day arrived me and my friend boarded the train we luckily got the same coach. So we shared my upper birth. There were no bad intentions on my friend before this travel. So train started, we were chatting casually, laughing, since being the week day there weren’t many peoples in my train. Our chatting continued till late night, then we decided to sleep but she was resistant to go to her birth. So she stayed with me and we slept buy. The new slaves would be taken away, staked down and their training would start the next day, Atwood being in charge. Watching Atwood’s training was always exciting. He’d bring a new slave in the barn cuffed hobbled and naked. He’d snap his whip ordering the young black to follow simple various commands. It was something like a lion trainer in an arena. “Stand up. Sit down. Lie down, Roll over. Atwood’s whip would wrap around the slaves body if he did not obey. I. She accessorized with tiny white hand bag, some soaring purple sandals that displayed her painted toe nails, a purple headband to hold back her wild red mane, white plastic hoops in her ears, and an amethyst necklace that spelled out 'gostosa' just above her massive tits.Aline was wearing a lime green dress that looked painted on and white leather thigh-high boots. Fabiane had braided Aline's dark blonde hair into corn rows and strung it with hundreds of white plastic beads. She looked.