”“Thank you Mr. Evert.” Pointing at Brianna he said, “Is what Mr. Evert said true?”Brianna felt all eyes on her. Massa said to tell the trut.... She had to tell the truth. She didn’t want to be bred by the niggers. Part of her knew that confirming what Evert had said would end any last chance of being freed from her slavery. But she no longer wanted to be freed from slavery. She realized that she truly was property. And she was too afraid of the consequences. “Yes, what he said is true.” She. As........she........is........told”‘I came again harder and stronger than the last time only this time my screams were muffled by Neal’s cock that was being forced down my throat. My knees buckled and my legs gave way, Steve's cock slopped out of my used hole and Neal’s length fell from my mouth. I was only on the floor for a few seconds before Steve again used my hair to yank me up and guide me towards Shaun who had been waiting patiently for the use of my mouth. I managed to get a look at. On me. Get him a drink too. Oh! He's drinking water. Then just get her a drink. Tell her it’s from me. Keep the change." I said. I handed the bartender a $100. He walked down to hand her another glass of wine. Her husband said something to the bartender. He then followed the bartender hand. He then pointed to me. I moved my glass, to toast them. His wife smiled. She moved her glass of wine to her lips. She took a small sip. Her husband eyes got big. Then he gave me a weird. Then at last he began to accelerate, and finally with a groan rammed his cock up as far as it could go. I felt a sort of warmth deep inside me as he filled my anal passage with his creamy spunk. I suddenly felt very empty as he pulled out. My face still buried in the armchair, I flexed the muscles of my anal sphincter, and felt a warm dribble of liquid squeeze out and drip onto the carpet. I heard a brief click as he took a picture with his phone.“That was the best arse fuck I’ve had for.