She lived in a house a few doors down from ours. Quickly, my fear for my Mom's pain giving me a bloodcurdling case of the shakes, I ran to the front d...or."Put your jacket on!" my mother yelled. "It's cold outside!"I thought: to hell with the damn jacket! I rushed into the night and ran up the street as fast as I could. By the time I pounded on Aunt Catherine's front door I was out of breath. I tried not to panic. I told Aunt Catherine to get to my house as fast as she could, that my Mom was. I bayoneted the fallen Tory with his britches around his ankles just to make sure he did not bother my work.In the next slave cabin I almost stepped on the body of a baby in the dooorway. It was obviously dead, its throat cut and gaping. At the back wall stood one of the raiders, with his arm around a black woman and a knife at her throat, his hand squeezing her bare breast."Stop right there," he said to me with a growl. "This here one's mine." Duck!" I yelled and thrust squarely at the slave. Maryellen wanting to get Irene back to that massage cabin told her maybe they should go check it and see if somehow the girls had gone there. They got to that cabin and opened the door Maryellen behind Irene now. Irene's eyes opened in complete and total disbelief! Her daughter Stephanie naked her legs in the air spread wide open tied to the ceiling and her wrist bound to the table legs above her head. And before Irene could do anything else Maryellen slipped a cotton rag over her nose and. One day I went to the bathroom to take piss, while in the bathroom I seen Joanne's clothes on the bathroom floor, but this time her dirty knickers was in clear view.I don't know what come over me but just looking at them pink satin knickers made me so horny. I pulled them out the pants they was in and felt them.My cock got hard instantly. After a couple minutes I opened them up and could see Joanne's piss and p*o stains in the gusset. That turned me on even more. I started to shake, and my body.