I saw one wearing a derby. A derby I had seen before. There was nothing I could do, wishing I’d grabbed the rifle instead of the shotgun.Derby spoke... “You’ll excuse me if I want to be sure. Hank, you and Ben find a way in there. Drag his body out. I want to piss on it before the day’s out.”The other rider spoke. “You want to waste time, it’s your business. Me and my boys are ridin’ on. That claim has to be close and my cousin says it’s probably going to be the richest in a long time. Still. " I could hearhim step away. I turned my head to the side, looking back as best as Icould since I was still laying on the desk. I was trying to stand up,but my legs felt pretty wobbly and I didn't trust my wobbly legs on theheels. Brad stepped back over a moment later, and started playing withmy ass."Oooooh, you ready to go again?" I smiled.Brad held up the butt plug and started teasing my asshole, making megasp suddenly. Then I moaned as he slid the plug back into me. Ishuddered as the plug. How stupid! I can't have himblurting out that I'm really a boy. No...not now! Where was he whenMildred started doing this to me? Back then, it could have stoppedall this madness. Now it is too late. Everyone knows me as Ashley.If it came out that I was a boy, the girls would kill meand....n...and I'd be thrown under the jail. I've got to stop himfrom doing that," Ashley thought.Ashley looked up at Ralph in total shock still trying to believe thatthis was all a dream. "N....no...you. That was apparently a point of law the two officers hadn't fully considered before, but they were thinking hard on it now."The whole reason for having that so-called party was knowing these young slaves would have to be there illegally," Mr. Franks said, as if he was just working it all out finally. "They wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it, even if they felt as this boy did and wanted to leave. A slave wouldn't turn them in because he'd be in trouble himself for being there. They just.