She was sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and panties. Her dress was on the back of the chair and her heels piled on the floor, her hair down and her ey...s red. “Thanks for the sandwich,” she said, not really looking at me.I repeated my apologies as I sat on the bed next to her, rubbing her neck. I told her afresh I realized this wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for my stupid fantasies and that I was willing to accept anything that came from it.“Javon said you'd come around,” she. Miss Martha said that her father was a slave owner and he was white. Hermother was a slave. She was born in Africa. Sarah was amazed. Sheknows that she was lighter skin color than other slaves but she didn'tknow that her father was a slave owner.Miss Martha said that she thinks that prettier name would be Sally, so,Sarah would be Sally forth then. She loved her new name, Sally Heming.Miss Martha is teaching her to read and write too.Some of the house slave didn't like Sally because Miss. After food, I took her to my car. As soon as she came inside the car, she began crying loudly. I felt bad and tried to console her by wiping her tears and hugging her.And tried giving a kiss on her cheeks, but it turned out to be liplock. Initially, Ashwini enjoyed the liplock moment for a few seconds before resisting it. I immediately said, “Sorry. I love you, Ashwini.” Ashwini slapped me and said, “I love you too, but I didn’t expect a liplock.”I was very happy, so I pulled her closer, and. Then he mounted me. and slipped his dick between my legs and pushed it partly up my cunt.Into my wet pussy he penetrated me from behind but only putting half of his dick up inside me."oh fuck yes! fuck me, I'm your slut" I said.He did fuck me; a token fuck, pulling his dick out of me a lot.He didn't cum, he slipped his dick out of my cunt as I was getting hot and panting, and pushed it against my ass...!"oh fuck no, steve!!" I groaned.He was gasping, really horny now.And he tried to push it.