Her mom knew the real reason that the pastor was so interested. You see, he was black and had a libido that was off the charts. He loved fat girls, ...specially Lisa.At least once a week, and often on Sunday twice, he would fuck little Lisa hard and deep. He would fill her fat cunt with his potent seed.Now, back to John. Lisa did not see the Pastor Lamont as a boyfriend. He was clearly a man... a very powerful and dominant man. So, she held on the fact that she had not had sex with a. She really was a slavegirl!!She thought back to the branding. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors had inflicted upon Black slaves. And she felt truly owned!! Only animals and slaves were branded!! She was a slave!!. She was property!! She belonged to Daddy!!. She felt so proud and her pussy started dripping.She briefly thought about her parents. She knew that. Just as I finished that, my other two wives showed up, carrying lances, to try to help Junga. Of course, they would not have been able to do anything but annoy the bear into attacking them, so I was glad that they were late arriving on the scene.The two women "stood guard" as I carried Junga back to the cart and tenderly laid her on the bed. As I laid her down, I could already see her wounds start to heal. Thank Dievs, I had bitten her soon enough to save her life. All three of us gasped in. This was the UK, where the vast majority of secondary schools expectedtheir students to wear a uniform usually consisting of trousers, shirtand tie for the boys and skirt, blouse and tie for the girls. Blackshoes were expected for both genders. I didn't mind so much though, Idid like seeing Jenny in a smart skirt."So you still excited for the field trip?" Jenny asked me."Damn right I am," I replied. "Chem-Tech are bound to be doing some mindblowing stuff there."Let me explain. Chem-Tech were a.