I apologize that this paragraph hasbeen so long but I needed to get across the love we had for each otherin order for you, Dear Reader, to see the cha...ge in Sara after shefound out my deepest secrets. I had always realized that during sex, orsucking my wife's toes or painting said toes, that she had a way ofleading me in to doing whatever she pleased. She even had this abilitywhen it was not sexual between us in things like what movie we wouldsee, what restaurant we would eat in. She was so. “Get me a drink, James.” She demanded.I thought it was a little early for my mom to start drinking, “It’s not even nine o’clock yet.”“The bars open. Get me a god-damn margarita.” Mom barked angrily at me.When I came back, mom was curled up on the lounge chair, trying to cover herself with her arms and hands as much as she could. I handed her the margarita, and she immediately drank half of it down. She sulked for about twenty minutes as she sipped the second half of her drink.“Are you happy. Where was she. Then she remembered that she was at Daddy’s place. Then she felt a pain in her ass. I’ve been branded!!. I’ve been branded!! I’m a slavegirl!! Those thoughts made her pussy get wet again. She felt up to her neck for her collar. Yes, there it was. 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. . Theatre me gye to koi acchi movie nahi thi to woh plan cancel karke hum wahi pe ek resort tha waha ghoomne chale gaye and waha humne lunch order kiya and kha rahe the.. woh mere paas wali seat pe baithi thi jiske wajah se woh kuch lene jaati to uske boobs mere koni me lag rahe the aur mera bhai (Lund) saalami de raha tha.. uss time baju wale seat pe ek couple aake baith gaye and woh log bahut jyada over kar rahe the. Jisme woh ladka uss ladki ke boobs dabana, kiss karna and all chal raha.