I entered the room from where I was hearing little noise. It was a small room in the corner with a big broad old style bed.A small and big almirah and...a window opening in the back for light. The room was dark. I entered pretending that I do not know about them. I was aware enough that two were hiding under the bed and one was behind the small almirah opposite to each other near the window.I started soaking my body with the towel above the clothes. They were dead silent till that time. I went. I shouted for daddy but the slaves only laughed. Little did I know they’d knocked him unconscious.From the tunnel vision of my nightdress, I could only see the back of Jorg’s legs and the ground beneath but from it and the feel of the cooler air on my near naked body, I determined that we were being taken outside to the grass square with the live oaks that were used when whipping slaves. Fear and horror caused my body to tremble uncontrollably as the thought crossed my mind that we might be the. “Damn, bitch! You been takin’ them got-damn pills I gave you too.”“Yes, Daddy!”“Li’l bitch titties growing. I like that shit!”“Fuck my li’l faggot ass, Daddy”“Ooh yeah, sissy! Now, we got another nigga over here watching me fuck you!”“Yes, sir!”“You turning into a real faggot hoe! That’s what I like!”“Really?!?”“Yeah ask that nigga if he wanna take over.”Damian gladly jumped in. He had been stroking his fat nine-inch dick. He plunged inside.“Fuck me,” wailed Braylin.“Damn,” Damian howled.“Fuck. She rejoiced as she heard them tapping on the floor withevery step."Anything else you would like, little Miss?" asked Angela.She watched Danielle turn to the mirror on the wall. Her smile faded,looking at herself. She turned back around, causing her skirts to swirlprettily."Miss Angela, could you do my hair? It's not very pretty right now."As soon as she finished her sentence, her hair began to wave around inthe air as though it had sprung to life. Her locks became beautifulcurls that quickly.