So now you have a brief summary of me ill start my story. It was saturday the 1st of march 2014 and i was informed by my college lecturer that, this b...ing my last year before i finish my course i have to do- as he recommended some vulanteering. He suggested i go to mr Fishers home, an elderly black gentleman whom ovecourse lost his wife. So i decided to venture off down the street from my house where he surpisingly lived, i found it weird after all the time i had spent there i had no notion of. I’ll clean the guest room. By that time, you can go sleep in my room,” said mom. We had three rooms in a single line – my room, adjacent to it the guest room, and then the master bedroom. I suppose dad didn’t want mom to hear him making love to his new wife.I crashed on my mother’s bed and looked around the room. It was the biggest bedroom in the house. Under the warmth of the blanket, I dozed off. Hours later, I woke up with the sound of the TV from the living room. I saw mom lay comfortably. Where was she. Then she remembered that she was at Daddy’s place. Then she felt a pain in her ass. I’ve been branded!!. I’ve been branded!! I’m a slavegirl!! Those thoughts made her pussy get wet again. She felt up to her neck for her collar. Yes, there it was. She really was a slavegirl!!She thought back to the branding. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors. " Thank you, but I'll have to stay here at the house," the young woman replied. "Danny needs looking after." Rosa can tend to him." I'd rather look out for him myself." If I was the one that was hurt, would you be looking out for me?" Cal asked, his eyes twinkling."I'm married to Danny," Millie replied coolly."But now it's like being single again, ain't it?"Millie colored and looked down."Well, let me know if you change your mind about riding across the ranch," Cal said as he got up. "There's.