Aside from the four men and six women, there was a six-year-old girl named Mima. I noticed that Mingo seemed to be the de facto spokesperson for the f...rmer slaves. I was glad that we hadn’t sold any of the extra wagons yet. I also noted that Mima and her mother seemed to be very close to Mingo.With the farmer’s permission, we decided to spend another day here, going to Mt. Vernon to get more supplies so we had enough to feed the sudden influx of people that almost doubled our group over what we. Was this him? Was this her Master? A familiar voice broke the silence. ?I?m happy to see that you can at least obey orders, you worthless piece of shit.? It was him. Mira felt a rush of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was ecstatically happy to be in the same room with him and on the other she was absolutely terrified about what he might do to her. She shivered and didn?t answer. She heard his footsteps making his way over to where she sat on the bed. He grabbed. I went towards my room. On the way, I saw Sobha crying in the kitchen. As soon as I went near her, she hugged me.She said, “Saheb, my husband is again having sex with Bhabhiji. He never has sex with me.” “Hmm, don’t worry Sobha. I will help you out.” “Saheb, I want to take revenge and I need your help for this.” “How can I help you Sobha?” “Saheb, My husband is having sex with your mom, so I will take revenge by having sex with you.” I was really excited when she asked me for sex, but I kept. .. I rubbed my razor stubble. "That's the second offer of it's type I've had today," I mused, "but I turned the other one down, too. Normally, I'd just fuck you, but I'm saving myself for the evening. That leaves us with a situation ... You know I have blanket approval to bring your chunky ass to heel, right?" Cindy nodded.She'd left things with an undercurrent that said that Michael or Pete wouldn't do -- which was kind of stupid of her, considering their recovery cycle and potential staying.