”Peaches was stunned. These were the clothes that she wore when she was Brianna, when she thought that she was a lady. She couldn’t put them on no....“But Massa...”He cut her off. “Your Massa needs you to put these clothes on.” Peaches did so. After she was done, the Massa explained what was going on. “Some people claiming to be the family of the girl Brianna have arrived in town and claimed that you are not my property. They have arranged to have a hearing in front of the magistrate today and. ..when I sat down, it would be drawn up close to my crotch. The scooped neck offered a voluptuous veiw of my meaty breasts, just skirting the edges of my aureoles...yet, transparently revealing my nippes in sheer silk swatches.Leaving my bedroom, walking in my "fuck me" pumps...I once again, returned to my kitchen. I was feeling nasty, whorish...the wetness between my legs caused me to think of just walking back up stairs and throwing me at my son. Still, I knew that my son wasn't quite. The whole crew was more than pissed off at me, even the director wasangry at me watching me over the days! Because I did not sink into thesnow just like them, plus I was never wet, or cold from the snow or theweather. Then to top it all off, I only gave my 'natural' spells thatmimicked that innate Drow power, to Bill or Art while I was on set.One of the vast action shots we did, was partly filmed from ahelicopter and it was one of best shots we did during the whole month!That shot was of us. Sometimes Ivy would get into arguments with the two other girls. As Ivy did not believe in spitting on the ground, she made Charles opened his mouth and spat inside it. That made Charles feel like a human trash can. He felt being bashed up. Both physically and psychologically.Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for him, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those.