“I’ll miss you, though.” Not surprisingly, Belle had always been one of his favourites. An English Lady as your plaything! Wouldn’t any Negro ...e pleased? He patted the girl who was sucking him on the head. “Off you go,” he said “Belle here can take over ... since she won’t be with us much longer.” The slave-girl slipped silently away and Belle came crawling on to the bed. It was something very familiar to her now. This muscular, smooth, well-oiled black body. This big black penis. So virile.. There was some guy sitting on the couch, watching TV."I live here. Who the fuck are you, and where's my mother?" She's still asleep." He gave me a leer. "I wore her out last night." I could see his eyes all over me. I was wearing a simple shorts and tee-shirt set, but it flattered my curves-and this scumbag was taking them all in."That's nice. You can leave now." I said."Sharon said I could stay," he said."Good for Sharon. I'm telling you to get out. I live here, I'm underage, I have no idea. "The box which had protected them slid smoothly open and Martha dressed again.Just then the door opened and a policebot said "Come on," and dragged her at break-neck speed down the corridor and pushed her through a small door which led to a large room, or rather into a glass box set in a large room. This must be the court room.She looked about her but there didn't seem to be any people in the room. This seemed odd, since she had expected the court to be run by people who could, perhaps, be. She whispered something to him and he whispered something back. She beamed.He said as we were leaving, "I should know tomorrow when I get out. I hope someone will come and get me. If you can't, I'll get a flight. I'm not up to driving for a few more days."I said, "You tell us the minute you will be released and one of us will be here to get you. Maybe three of us." By the time we arrived back at the car, we were sniffling and wiping our eyes. We slept cuddled tightly in one of the beds, but I.