He bit gently at my clit, the light covering of hair sticky from his attention. His fingers dipped inside me, gently probing me. I pushed hard against...him, wanting his tongue deep inside me, wanting his cock in me, needing some release from a weeks frustration. I let out a soft moan as my orgasm began to build. Tom's mouth closed over my mound, lapping, licking. He sucked my clit hard into his mouth before flicking it with his tongue, his fingers moving in and out of my hole, his fingertips. Again I looked at Ann, and she was shaking alittle more and moaning, "Oh yes, again, that is such sweet music!" Inoticed another welt forming parallel and about four inches above thefirst.Lady "V" let the end of the whip lay on the floor a little longer thistime while she moved the end of the whip back and forth on the floor.As soon as Gina stopped twisting back and forth, Lady "V" started thenext swing. Again she took careful aim, and placed another welt equallyspaced up Gina's back. That. I don't think that they'll dare come visit us again!The two young single mothers we had met during our prenatal classes had also had their babies. They visited us, and we exchanged notes and experiences. I guess they were impressed as to how two teenagers could live in a house on their own. Of course, we dug all the information from them that they had been able to get from their mothers. My aunty and Beth visited us quite often, offering their support. Their knowledge of small babies was well,. Yes, there it was. She really was a slavegirl!!She thought back to the branding. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors had inflicted upon Black slaves. And she felt truly owned!! Only animals and slaves were branded!! She was a slave!!. She was property!! She belonged to Daddy!!. She felt so proud and her pussy started dripping.She briefly thought about her.