I hated the steel cage on my cock.“Tom, do you agree to serve this congregation to the best of your abilities?”“I do”“Do you agree with our ...ission to break down the walls of racism in our society through shared intimate contact between races?”“I do”“Do you agree to abstain from sex with your wife to ensure that all of your children are black?”I hesitated slightly before replying, “I do.”“Do you accept wearing a chastity cage as a sign of that commitment?” “I do.”“Undress and accept your new. ." They talked back and forth for a couple of minutes, Carol selling the experience, and then moving on to praising me in general.I interrupted, "Carol and I are going to go higher for a better view, which will make the light blob go out when we get five hundred feet away so we've come down to warn you about that. Find yourself somewhere comfortable to sit in the dark, and we'll be back in a few minutes."It seemed that Mom didn't like the idea of "higher" and she was about to start speaking, so. Julia was already seated and I was helping Amy into the buckboard when a scruffy looking individual grabbed me by the arm from behind. I turned around and he shouted, "WHAT DO YA MEAN, BRINGIN' A GOD DAMNED NIGGER INTO MY TOWN?"I replied, "New Mexico Territory is Free and she can go wherever she wishes. Now, back off!"He took a swing at me and I pushed him in the chest, none too gently. He staggered back and regained his balance. At this point, he reached for his gun. I reacted without thought. "Hi, Becca!" she blurts, high on endorphins. "Hello, dear," the voice responds, eerily. Miss Cara. Stacy trembles like she's just been caught cheating on an exam. "Wh…why are you using Becca's phone?" Stacy mutters, realizing the answer immediately. "Becca's phone is my property. And she knew you weren't to have her number," Cara explains, calmly. "It's my fault, not hers. I made her give it to me." "Ohh, I don't know if it's a good idea for you to be defending her. You're supposed to be.