They got into things that the elites found couldn’t be made any cheaper by using slave labor, children, or prisoners. Profits existed, just not the ...wenty-plus percent the elite families want.”“I’m confused,” Bambi said. “The people Chrissy’s mom worked for ran away from the elite families, like Ellen’s dad and uncle. They then got into the businesses that the elite families weren’t interested in running. Why would that be a problem? I know that some elite families can be petty and spiteful,. He was saying maybe he should fuck my wife so she knows what a real man feels like. His humiliating comments continued the entire time, until I started shooting my cum over my tummy and chest. I was exhausted. The bastard broke me and at the same time he gave me an unbelievable climax. Now I felt guilty for enjoying it so much. He pulled his finger from my asshole and pushed it in my face. He said, “Look how dirty your boy cunt is. You need to clean better.” He wiped his finger on my underwear.. How did the Massa buy you?”“The Master bought me from another man who owned me.” That was true. And Briana didn’t want to tell the other slaves that she was forced into slavery. She was afraid that their Master might punish her for that.“You talk funny” said Breezy. “Why do you say Master, he’s Massa.”Brianna realized that Breezy had learned to speak like the Negro slaves. She would have to do so as well. “I’m from Boston. That’s how we pronounce the word there. I’ll call him Massa from now on.. As she did so, she held the one side of the shirt between her legs, but let the other flip carelessly aside, exposing bare skin to above her waist."It'll be another few minutes," Sandy said to the side of Charlie's head, his eyes fixed on Sandy's bare thigh and the spot between her legs where the shirt was being held in place by her hand."Uh ... yeah, right," Charlie uttered without looking up.Sandy's hand abandoned the shirt-tail and joined her other hand in adjusting the upper part of the.