We went to the sandwich counter and ordered six ‘Dixie Specials’ with the works, then picked up a couple of bags of chips. As we shopped I told To...y the story about slapping Bree on the bottom and how that turned into me becoming her ‘Chief.’ And of course the part where she now has to do whatever I say, whenever I want. “Oh wow, dude. Nice hook up!” Tory looked at me wide eyed. “And she’s like what, your ‘slave’?” “Yeah I’m not fond of that word, so we’re just saying ‘servant’,” gloating not. The boys knew to back off once I got home at night or maybe they were just all fucked out to care. Lisa for her part could barely speak in whole sentences most nights. After going through so many pairs of soiled underwear from all the loads of sperm, she finally just went without. Seems like Lisa was constantly walking around with an old rag she used to wipe up small puddles of cum that frequently escaped down her legs. She took lots of showers and was usually in bed and asleep before 8, at. She struts through the door, hips swinging, ass swaying. Her tits defy gravity as they bounce, her hard nipples protruding proudly. Her legs are adorned in sheer stockings, held up by garters, attached to a belt that wraps tightly around her wide hips. Black heels adorn her feet. She lowers her eyes, not even contemplating stopping her show. Looking forward, she sees him, standing tall, hulking, hard cock in hand, lazily stroking it as he watches her, a hint of a smirk on his face. Tilting her. Grant wuz the Republican Party nominee for president, and one of his campaign aims was ta protect niggers from Southern White persecution. Considerin' what the Democrats had ta offer, I planned ta support Grant.The problem wuz that the Ku Klux Klan wuz alive an' well in Missouri an' tryin' ta keep Grant from bein' elected. Since nearly all nigger men could vote and not all of the White male population could, yet, the KKK wuz tryin' ta intimidate the niggers ta keep them from votin' fer Grant..