And the intensity of the colors. We don’t have anything on Earth like that. If it were not for that video, I wouldn’t believe any of this.”“So... Are you backing out?”“What?” Christine returned, startled at Ashley’s question. “No way,” she said with strong emphasis. “I just want to make sure that my ... sister is with me on this. You know that I love you as if you were my real sister – heck, maybe even more.”“Me, too,” Ashley said as she closed the distance between them to hug the other young. Within minutes we were at the Versailles breakfast buffet. Two café con leches later with excellent Cuban coffee and I was starting to feel human again. Tostadas with black beans and some plantains were really helping too. The girls had a good appetite too, though the eggs and waffles were more to their liking.“So, you’ve been here before,” Melissa asked. I must have been starting to look conversational as the last two attempts to talk I’d rebuffed with vague declarations about not being awake. She had to think hard. Would it be safe to leave Kathryn in the dog kennel, or would the overseer find her. Talking to several of the old people that were left at the slave cabins to putter around the best they could. She discovered that the overseer never went in the kennels. He hated dogs, and besides that, he was always eager to take one of the young slave girls to his cabin after the excitement of the chase. The best news was that the runaway was a man, so the dogs wouldn’t be used up when. She was relieved that it was over and deeply humiliated. Her body ached, her ass and pussy ached….her mouth was stretched and sore from the beating it had taken in recent hours. Her muscles were worn to their maximum. She, as her sister before her, just collapsed in a soaking mess of tears and cum stained shame on the floor…and curled up into the fetal position sobbing. The men all bellowed and joked about the two and their performance. The sounds of their sobs made them feel good about what.