"It was Duke Roger who held out his hand. "Sir, your ID?" And who might you be?" the FBI agent inquired."Duke Roger, also known as Sergeant Roger Stil...s, Pennsylvania State Police. The Sterling Corporation contracts with me for security services at the Faire. ID, sir."The FBI agent produced the leather wallet again and showed it to Duke Roger. This time he made no effort to see how fast he could do it."Now, if you're satisfied, if you could give me a moment alone to ask Miss Kennedy a few. I squirmed on my sheets and felt the smooth fabric of my minimal underthings barely keep my penis in place. I reached down and felt my smooth ass and started to wonder who was operating that jackhammer. My bed is right near the window but since I'm on the second floor I had to get up on my knees to see down into the street. I looked out and as expected there was a tanned young musclebound man operating the jackhammer. The obvious connection of the strong man handling the huge piece of machinery. " His father harrumphed."I'm sorry. Miz. Louise." You're welcome," Louise replied.I interrupted the conversation, "We are abolitionists in this household. If you can't accept that, then we can end this association right now."Josh spoke up, "I'm sorry; I just haven't met too many black people before. We and our neighbors never saw or met any before we got out here." What do you think about slavery?" Never really thought about it at all. We were too busy trying to grow enough to survive. That's. ..god mfffffffff gulppppp''''shhhhhh suck baby suck that big black cock real sloppy like you know i like''''yes like that , good stefie doll, your mom would be proud of you ''Mike was eyes close and talking about stef, like i was herin her dress , hands less , in her cute panty, even her toy he had for her in me''you remember when she nearly caught us in the backyard?''''god i fucked your pussy good that night Stefie, i bet your mom would have been jaleous of your screamin like that your love.