Being on the less travelled route, it was far from a modern rest stop you would find on an interstate but it had an outdoor toilet /outhouse, a couple...of picnic tables, and a swing set.After some number crunching, I confirmed what I had already suspected. We weren't going to have enough money. While we sat there, eating our sandwiches and playing more of the blame game, a semi pulled in. Two men got out, used the toilet, and sat down at a different picnic table. They seemed nice enough when we. Later, she found her bed, a straw pallet in the outhouse with several of the other young slaves. Miriam regularly shared her pallet with a young African girl. Neither could speak a common language, but their need for comfort and support was a universal want.Miriam carefully slipped of her woollen shift and helped Amole with hers over her head. Amole was about thirteen, but had filled out, as she grew taller. Petite breasts jutted out at Miriam's eye level. The girl's blackness was highlighted. I gasp. "Mr Dawson..?" You know, Stephanie, I wouldn't have to write to your father if we could come to... An arrangement," An arrangement, Sir?" I ask as he slowly removes his belt."Roll over, Stephanie," Sir..?" Now, damn it!" he yells and i quickly roll over. Suddenly, his belt comes down on my ass with a crack and I cant help but let out a wail of pain. He repeats this four more times, laughing as he throws his belt into the corner of the room. "Okay. You can turn around now," he tells me. ‘OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!’ as she came over and over again ‘You do what you need to do and get rewarded.’ I said pounding into her as she came again. I took a break, sliding my cock into Ritu’s most excellent mouth. It was then Ritu’s turn to take my cock again. I sat on a chair while she mounted me. She faced away from me and her firm ass bounced on my lap while Karen licked at her pussy. In no time Ritu was moaning with the first of several orgasms. ‘I have a special treat for you now. ‘.