Winter saw the look on Silor’s face and figured she knew what was coming. Silor squatted down in front of the girl and asked her name. “Anna sir. ...y mama was killed by a bad man that was using her then threw me out of our shack in the poor quarter. Will you help me please?”“Win, is she being truthful?”“Only about a shack the poor quarter perhaps.” Winter frowned and looked around, expecting trouble soon from her handlers. As she looked, she saw a large human, a Barbarian most likely, striding. Just the thought of all of this caused Sandy's sore sex to flare to life.As it did so, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. Everything that had happened had been so amazing and filled her with absolute rapture. She had submitted so completely to Mistress when she accepted her collar, but as Penny had offered her as a sacrifice to Mistress's dominance, Sandy had felt something even deeper. She was more than simply a submissive slave to her dominant Mistress, she was a. I’m sure there will be more rules that you need to know and I’ll fill you in on them as they come up. You’re doing a great job on my joint, it won’t be long before you’ll get your reward.My jaw was starting to get a little tired. It wasn’t used to being used like this, but I vowed to keep going until Mr. Benson’s cum was in my belly and I didn’t have much longer to wait.Mr. B started to fuck up into my face. This time he didn’t hold my head so when he fucked up I pushed my head down to meet his. Market days for buying slaves was a particular day where white women would dress up to the nines, their idea for buying a black was based on his genitalia, whereas the husband looked over the muscular frame of the man, the wife would slip her hand between his legs before giving the husband advice on the value.Girls were the predominance of the man to purchase, but then again some bisexual wives, would simply stroke the cheek of a f******n year old girl, and just know she was right as a.