Then I could ask the question. So, here it comes.My name is Ellen. I'm a slave to Mr. John Ambrose. He's my owner. Actually my momma belonged to him f...rst and when he knocked her up and made me, I was his property too.Mr. Beau is my use-master. Mr. John gave me to him as a riding mare while he's stayin' here on Belle Field Plantation this time. So mainly I've been his bedwarmer since last fall when I had my birthday. I was fifteen last October and Mr. Beau rode me, for my first time ever, as my. I found the girl again and offered her $100 to help me over her lunch hour. She readily accepted my offer.We found some information about the original owner of the house. His name was James L. Dawson, born 1813. He was executed in 1856. The documents did not say why he was executed.The girl had to get back to work, so I offered her another $100 to stay an hour late after her shift was over. She agreed and told me to meet her at 4pm.I grabbed some lunch and headed down to the county courthouse. Conversations not work related were stilted and Thea would more often than not avoid me in any social situation. Róisín and Abi were no help at all, other than the odd cryptic hint that the problem stemmed from me being too focussed on work. Yet on this, I was coming to the belief that the problem was actually with Thea, as every attempt I’d made to engage her in any sort of non-work related activities had simply foundered on the fact that the woman wouldn’t even look me in the eye when I made. Chan had shot into me but I wiped off what had leaked out.I began to slip on the second set of clothing Hiro left. The bra was black but sheer and low cut. My dark nipples could be seen through the black sheer fabric. I pulled up the panties – same thing. Not transparent but I could see my dark pussy hair beneath the panties. I pulled up the black garter belts on each leg and then pulled up the tight highs – same sheer material. I slipped on the black shiny high heels and took a look at myself.