. "OH FUCK, I'M CUUUMMINNG!" I leaned down and lay on top of her. I wanted her to feel my weight and I wanted this moment between us to be close and i...timate. This was the first time she had ever cum with a man inside her and I wanted to personalize it for her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my neck. She gripped me tightly as I felt her womb fill with her warm fluids, leaking out around my still pistoning cock. She spasmed and convulsed as her orgasm ravaged her body. She felt up to her neck for her collar. 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. Yes, I was taking this break to think things through and put Sam into some sort of order in my head, but hearing this man’s voice was a little like putting ‘salt in the wound’. ‘Good morning,’ he said politely. ‘Same to you,’ replied without looking directly at him. I attacked my toast and jam with vigour. ‘You look as though you are enjoying that,’ he observed. ‘I think I will order the same.’ ‘Yes, some of us skinny ladies do actually eat and enjoy our food,’ was my gruff response. ‘Hey,. Robinson kissed us good night and turned off the light. We lay talking for a while before knodding off. The next morning I got up and went downstairs and found Mr. Robinson in the kitchen drinking coffee. I asked him if he remembered what he said. He said I sure do. Since no one's up yet go ahead and sit on the table. He found a pair of scissors and said to lay down. He pulled my pajama pants off and spread my legs. Cutting the hair above my dick,he lift my little balls and dick and cut the.