” That was true. And Briana didn’t want to tell the other slaves that she was forced into slavery. She was afraid that their Master might punish h...r for that.“You talk funny” said Breezy. “Why do you say Master, he’s Massa.”Brianna realized that Breezy had learned to speak like the Negro slaves. She would have to do so as well. “I’m from Boston. That’s how we pronounce the word there. I’ll call him Massa from now on. I hope you tell me if I pronounce any other words wrong.”“How long has Massa. He whispers to me that he wants to be inside me. I ask him if he has a condom. He does not! His cock is semi hard still. As much as I wanted to feel him inside me I wasn't going to do it without a condom. My cousin is looking over asking what is going on. She walks over & smiles at him & says "Damn he has a fine dick! You going to fuck him?" I tell her that I won't without a condom. During this exchange Reynaldo's cock is growing into a full fledged erection. We look over & he had this "Sweet &. He saw her looking and eventually caught her glance and shot a glowing smile back. That smile started to spin the swirling tornado of desire that had been temporarily tamed by the rigorous exercise. That guy was fucking a snack, she instantly thought seeing the attractively beaming smile.Stephanie was able to barely refocus her attention to the perky instructor to try to distract herself from Josh. That also had the opposite effect as she happened to be leaning forward onto the handlebars. And then, knowing him the way I do, Mickey reciprocated by telling you that he was something other than he appeared to be. Correct?" "Yes. That's pretty much how it was." "Well, then it all makes sense. Mickey always did favor the straightforward approach... Karen! You do know that he loves you, don't you?" "That's what he told me." "Well, if Mickey told you that, then it goes without saying that he does. You see, our Mickey the Militant may be a lot of things, but he's definitely not a liar..