Then she remembered that she was at Daddy’s place. Then she felt a pain in her ass. I’ve been branded!!. I’ve been branded!! I’m a slavegirl!!...Those thoughts made her pussy get wet again. 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. “You know I do. But I am not going to. I think I know what my sister has in mind and for that, you two definitely need privacy. I am heading back to sun by the pool.”After Khrys had disappeared, I sat down and took this darling girl again over my lap. I parted her legs a bit so I could feel her pussy and was surprised that she was already as wet as she was. Her bottom was still somewhat red so I knew that this would be, unlike any previous spankings I had given to either of there young ladies,. Just as he was wondering how he could continue like this, Diane gently rolled him over. With James lying on his back, Diane applied some oil to his chest and began to give him an intense massage on his chest and stomach. After a few minutes, this massage moved lower, running from James’s navel, along the sides of his hips and then to his thighs. As this path of the massage was repeated over and over for the next couples of minutes, James got harder. Concluding that the mood and the time were. In the background I could hear Franklin going nuts. I knew he could smell his mistress and I am sure he could smell me. But what I was hoping for was, I hoped he could smell Sister Mary Margaret. When Cheryl got to the part of our leaving the girls room and going back to our classes, I thought that would be it, but Cheryl went on.This time, I was all ears, as I licked and worked to bring her to a loving climax. "I went back to my office and sat waiting for the girls to come down," She went on,.