The road was more of a dirt trail. After some time, we came to a clearing and she asked me to stop. I parked the car on the side of the road and turne... the engine off."I noticed the way you looked at me in the cafeteria." Cathy said. "You like my legs ?" "Ehm, yes." I said. "Would you like to touch them ?" she said and with that took my hand and put it on her thigh. "How does that feel ?" she smiled at me as I gently touched her thigh. "Your skin is so soft. I love to feel it under my fingers.". 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 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. In her hot dream Alex opened up automatically.Petra took her time to slowly eat Alex out till she came grinding her twat in Petra's eager face.Alex never woke up from her hip-shaking hot dream. Next day, she vaguely remembered a hot night.Second sexy secretAs before, they chat every day for several hours. Petra learned of the secret of her first time.This is a too private secret secret, so it will remain a secret! For ever perhaps. Up to Alex.I can imagine she can write a whole book about that. Precum oozed from my cock and had already dripped over his face, coating Mike’s lips by the time he took me back into his wet mouth. Sixty-nining felt incredible and I quickly realized why Mike said it was his favorite position. I was already turned on so much with a big warm veiny cock throbbing in my mouth, but the feeling of Mike’s lips moving up and down my shaft made me tremble with excitement. We moved our mouths in unison. When I quickened the pace, so did Mike. When he took out my cock.