Few city homes had sitting rooms that were so large and well appointed. His thoughts turned to the escaped slaves he had been pursuing. Most of the es...aped slaves of city dwellers were house servants. They were usually easy to handle compared to the plantation slaves. These slaves of Mr. Sims were more like field hands. He continued to sip his bourbon as he wondered how much longer he was to be assigned to this service. He almost preferred frontier duty to this.“My boy Josh will be a few. .she gives birth, we get her pregnant again. And again. And again. She'll be kept that way until she has nothing left....and she'll thank us for it."His strokes were still smooth and long but getting faster. I was close to cumming without having a hand on my cock. "And these children will be raised to see white people as inferior?"He chuckled. "of course, Pepper. Your wife is in her early 20's....we figure we can get about 15 children out of her." And then?" I asked starting to fuck his cock. "Oh -- Jenna, this is Ma -- my uncle Mark."The brunette and I shook hands. "Hi, Uncle Mark," she said, looking me over frankly. "You were the one that posed for our 'silly picture' the other night," she said, and I nodded, remembering their scavenger hunt on the second night of the cruise.The two of them chatted as the line moved forward slowly, and I stood behind and eavesdropped. Jenna asked Riley why she hadn't been back to the teen club very much, and Riley said that she'd just been tired,. After taking charges she did all our house work like my wife. We have a one servant, she come in the morning and preparing some food, wash the cloth & utensils and went to the other home. So, we have not worry about the food. I’m waiting for the chance to enjoy her.One fine Saturday night around 9 pm my mother goes to sleep by the help of sleeping tablets. I was sitting in the upstairs’, there was a long steel piped sofa on the upstairs Moniya will come to the upstairs and she wearing light.