I looked around and saw that there was evidence of a struggle in the area and found some clothing that didn't belong to the boy. It appeared to be the...dress of a young Indian girl. I looked for her but couldn't find any trace of her around. I had my suspicions that she had been taken by the slave wagon. Fearing this would be trouble for us, I returned to the wagon train.After arriving I found the boy in my wagon resting in our bed while an argument went on outside. Elizabeth and Claire were. I asked him if I could grind my white ass on his black monster. "Yeah, ride this fat dick.. Ain't no else around." It's ok to be a BBC whore, Rick said. My cock flopped up and down on Rick's lower stomach. Rick said I fuck almost like his wife fucks him.. riding his entire length, up and down. Rick told me to jack off my small white dick. I knew I was going to cum again.I felt Rick tensing up and could feel that his legs were fully flexed. "You like this black meat, don't you?" Yes.. yes.. I. I'm her relief, when she gets off work I take her place. We're really very close and we love a swim in the mornings" A swim sounds like a great idea to me." I knew I didn't have trunks."Great, let's go." Rachel took my hand and led me outside to meet her cousin as we walked toward the water.Roxanne only hid behind the towel. She didn't wrap herself in it as I expected. Even that pretence dropped when Rachel pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it on the deck rail as she kicked off her. Similar blazes dotted the Brooklyn side of the river.Screams, car crashes, gunshots brayed for her attention. Her nipples hardened in the night breeze. She felt the first galvanic spark of release in her belly and nurtured it, leaping down the nerve endings of her thighs like water seeking its own level. Ride the plateau. Earn it.The access door creaked open.Fuck.A figure stepped out from beyond the shadows of the door in a performatively non-threatening manner, arms held out to the sides, feet.