He went very red and left. I don’t think he likes blacks who can fight back.”I turn to him to ask, “Did that happen?”He glares at me and says,...“It’s against the law to arm slaves.”While smiling I say, “I suggest you check the laws. I asked in Santa Fe, the laws on slavery in this territory are very simple and clear. You can’t arm a slave with a gun on public land or another person’s slave. You can give them a gun on private land to help defend it because there’s no law to cover that and you can. Tonight he was dressed casually in jeans and a tee-shirt. Opening the door, she stood back so he could step inside. As he handed her the flowers, John eyed her up and down.“Do I look okay?” Jazzy asked, looking down at the knee-length navy blue skirt and a light blue button-down shirt. She felt strange going braless because her size-40Cs were not meant to swing free.“Yes, you look fine,” he replied, handing her the flowers.“Thank you,” Jazzy said, ”Would you like something to drink?” hoping he. -"It's fine, dad. No need to trouble Mr. Smith. I'll be okay"-"No, honey. I'm not going to leave you all alone at home for so long. You'll be staying with Me. Smith till we're back"I rushed to my room as soon as lunch was done, shut the door and started to weep. I knew Mr. Smith would rape me again, as soon as he got the chance. Part of me craved for his cock, wishing he would violate me again. But I wasn't going to take it. I wasn't going to give my body away to a vile pervert like him.The. I loved the way it felt and pretended it was Scott fucking me. Scott lived with his grandfather Vern because his mother had died when he was younger and he never knew his father. Vern was 69, muscular with a barrelled chest full of gray hair. He was always dark tanned because he too was a swimmer and always worked in the yard without a shirt. He was an attractive man but never took the time to date. He and I got along great and he helped me with my swimming techniques. He used to walk around.