" "So you accept that an owner can exploit a slave like an animal?" "Yes of course Mistress, I'm chattel not a person." "You don't thin... you're better than animals?" "I don't think there's a difference mistress, I served my ownerssexual needs; animals are used in other ways." "How many slaves did your first owner hold?" "The drover boss counted sixteen sex slaves and eighty-five field andhouse slaves when checking the inventory papers." "How do you. What does this cousin of yours look like, how old is he, married? Tell me a little about him," I told him. "He's about thirty years old, single, average built, works for the Boeing company as a painter, so has a steady job, owns his own place, doesn't drink much. Most of the time he likes to hunt and fish or take pictures with his camera. Just a all around nice young guy," Tony told me. "Okay, I'll get back to you, what's his name?" "Paul Washington," Tony replied. With that I hung up and went. Her toilet was more closer to our main entrance and it towards outside, convenient for me to play and rush back to join my friends for soccer. She was a working woman and was usually never at home at those times.I unzipped my fly and while I was urinating, I suddenly heard a female voice screaming at a very harsh and loud volume?MICKYYYYYY?.What the hell you are doing in my toilet?????? I was speechless, my cock exposed in front of a female double my age and I can’t stop urinating also because. * * * * * It was late Saturday afternoon before Ren arrived back atBrad and ‘Tanaya’s, he was happy to see Janey’s vehicle parked out the front of the house as he turned into the driveway and rode his bike up the side of the house. As he walked in the back door he could hear ‘Tanaya and Janey talking in the kitchen and Brad in the lounge room talking to Nicky. ‘Any hot coffee?’ Ren asked from the doorway of the kitchen. ‘Hello stranger. The kettle’s not long been boiled,’ ‘Tanaya said as she.