Or I am not welcomed to be affiliated with you in this? No, no! I didnt say that. Then let me have a seat right besides you, my love. It is my plea...ure, sweet. First, there was stillness. Then Mila stirred and let flow and get filled Brandons glass of wine. Having handed over to him his full glass, she filled hers too and commenced on to drain it steady degrees by degrees. Brandon let his mind wander off to the television screen before them. Wasnt this quite weird? Mila pondered. Who knew?. The surviving slaves were made free and offered agriculture jobs and English classes with a path to citizenship. The surviving crew was put to work to earn passage off the island ASAP.At 17:00 I headed to the snack shop. Paul took me to his private quarters telling me to wait. I had many questions for him. He arrived back in 15 minutes. My first question was why did you give me that much money without knowing anything about me?“It was a test. I needed to know if you could be trusted. Some. They kept coming. My face red, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body shaking and curled up trying to protect itself but it didn't work. My Father's hand kept my hands in place while the other one kept coming at my face. He was drunk again, way too drunk. I was crying, begging, pleading him to stop, but he didn't. My mother stood behind him yelling and screaming trying to pull him off me but he kept pushing her to the floor. "Shut up bitch!" he yelled at her, "Shut the fuck up!" Another blow on. "ohh papi" she managed to get out as her muscles vice gripped him."Shit" he growled and thrust in two more quick times as he too got thrown into a current of bliss.He held her hips, closed his eyes and spilled his seeds in the condom. He lightly leaned against her creamy back as he rode out the orgasm along with Xyleena.A couple minutes later, they could hear the storm letting up. They had no idea how long they had been in the dark restroom and had no desire to be caught, so they pulled apart.