He had watched his families estate change from emancipation. When his family was in their heyday the estate was one of the largest cotton producers in...the county. They had a large vegetable farm and working ranch on the large estate. That all changed when the free labor shrunk away. Since that fateful day of freedom for the slaves the estate has shrunk and the products have changed to keep up with the huge shift. Max was only 12 when he learned the meaning of his families history. He grew up in. This wasn't even considering that we had already been up for a lot of hours with very little rest and only two meals.Chris and I slipped through the vegetation and among the trees easily even in the dark. Marge was fairly quiet also, but Carol was like a herd of cattle, running into things and tripping on vines and debris on the ground. We still managed to make fairly good time, and I let Marge do the last couple of stations while I counted paces, and Chris herded Carol along. She was beat and. Why should she drive herself on sexually while these men were providing all the ammunition for perversion. And yet no one could see her. What harm did it do. She moved her hand up, thumbing her nipple until it grew stiff and pushed up out of the soft dark red aureole. The effect was hot and electric. She sensed the tension in her body building once again. The tickle of her nipple had started those slick juices flowing between her cunt-lips. She thought of that belt, of the sensations she'd felt. Her mind flailed around, searching for a reason to explain why this stranger had taken her. Damian licked a tear from her cheek. Angel squirmed away, Damian grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. He kissed her roughly, reeling away as Angel bit his lip. He wiped a drop of blood away, smiling evilly. "Like it rough, huh? Good." He growled and grabbed the front of her shirt, tearing it away. He revealed her 30F breasts sitting perkily in her bra. He roughly groped them, enjoying how.