Lassé de s'en prendre à des inconnues, il avait décidé de passer à l'échelon supérieur.-Votre café, monsieur Doe.John reluqua quelques instant...s la jeune femme qui venait de faire son apparition dans la pièce, une brune aux cheveux mi-longs, vêtue d'une jupe et d'un chemisier élégants.-Merci, Kristin, fit-il en passant sa main sous la jupe de la nouvelle arrivante, palpant les fesses rebondies, l'intérieur des cuisses, puis se rapprochant de l'entrejambe.-Monsieur Doe, murmura-t-elle en baissant. I left the meeting with Laura’s sister convinced that she was genuine, but I was also convinced that she would not help me, even if she could. She would pass along the message, but she most likely would never see her sister again. It was becoming more likely in my mind that Laura Welch was dead. My plan was to continue working as if she had just dropped out.In that frame of mind I called the office of the SJL. I got their receptionist, after saying a few words, I asked for Bitsy. The connection. 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 dripping.She briefly thought about her parents. She knew that. Fuck me hard, give me what I need, fuck me hard, give me what I need. Cum inside me, make me your slut, cum inside me, make me your slut, dear’ I moaned repeatedly. I was on the edge when I felt his manhood twitch and ejaculate fluid into my cavity. Instantly, I climaxed, screaming, ‘LOUISSSSSS!’ Then he collapsed onto me, as spent as I. *** I woke up. Louis was still sleeping soundly. The clock indicated 5 o’clock, a half hour before the alarm was to go off. We were going to leave at 6:30.