He told me to go in the store room and wear girls clothes. I turned to him and said please don’t do this. He said pulling my boobs do as I say now y...u are my GF.I silently went to the store room, I had bought a short white tank top which was tight for me and a khaki short which was the length of my underwear only. I wore it, the tank top was so tight that my boobs were getting pressed by it. I adjusted them and brought them together to make a cleavage. I was afraid that was excited to show. As long as he performs as the master instructed he had plenty to eat and less work than most of the slaves on the plantation. His only real job was to a stud horse for the plantation.All of Turner’s kids were raised and sold just like they were pigs. For sport sometimes he was caned across his backside to move faster within some poor slave girl. He had to be sometimes subjected to the white men pulling and probing of his genitals. Once he was having a hard time arising to the occasion and he. Spurts of cum went flying out the end as Jean and Teresa both began laughing and hooting."Look at it all," Teresa said."Yeah, and what you don't know, Mom, is he can keep going, oh, it's nice."Jean tore off a paper towel and I used it to clean up the floor and my hands, then pulled on my briefs and pants."Well, that was quite a show once again, Ryan. Um, I think I'll take a few minutes upstairs if you two don't mind delaying our supper a bit. Just give me a bit, okay?" her mom said and left the. Five minutes later I was back wearing one of my ultra-short, extremely thin, skater skirts and a slightly see-through crop top that barely covered my tits.I looked at Ben as I climbed up the stairs and I saw him smile when he saw me. I was going to enjoy flashing my pussy at this man.Daddy sat in the front of the car with Pau driving whilst Ben and I sat in the back. The journey may only have been 5 minutes but Ben kept looking at my legs as he asked me some touristy questions.Daddy and Ben did.