I open the side passenger window and tell you to get in the backseat. You look at me quizzically, but I tell you to just do it, now.You oblige and get...in, closing the door behind you. I tell you not to say anything, just get in and sit down.I begin to drive away and look in the review mirror at your blue eyes staring back at me. They widen slightly, not knowing what this is all about. I tell you to take off your panties. You don't hesitate and reach up under your skirt, pulling them down slowly. "Don't rape me, Garamond, you know what they do to slaves that rape a planter'swife." The accepted practice was to set up a large kettle, force all the othermale slaves to bring firewood and make them watch, as the rapist was boiledalive. "Rape you, who'd want you. They say the Master don't even want you no more," saidGaramond dismissively. "Start plowing, Mistress." I realized that he intended I plow in his place. He clutched the mules'traces in one hand and my horsewhip in the other. He. "How far did you go with him? Did he ball you?"Cindy shook off his sweaty grip and looked at him in disgust. "We didn't even kiss," she said. "Nothing happened, Pop. Now, I'm going to bed." Oh, no you ain't!" he shouted. "Not till I got the truth!"Cindy screamed as her father pushed her roughly towards the couch. He was much bigger than her, much stronger, and she was propelled helplessly across the room, then shoved down on the couch. Pop's big hot paw was suddenly under her skirt, digging. Whispered in her ear, gently licking her earlobe. She shivered and glanced at her reflection into the mirror. Her brown tits stood out wildly. Her perfect red lipstick was carelessly sprawled over her cheek. Just like that whore, she thought. Mr F. rang a small bell and seconds later, the concierge came. Alice felt hot and troubled as she felt the young concierge’s eyes over her naked breast and perfect body. At the same time, she could not avoid the thrill of the whole situation. Her silky.