Downstairs she found Denise, wearing a bathrobe, with coffee ready to pour."Good morning, Anne," she said quietly. "Stan's gone back to sleep. He'll w...ait up for you tonight. I'll sleep in the spare room, but I'll stay up as well — I want to hear how your first day went!"Anne almost fell into a chair at the table. "Monday, the 15th of January, 2007. The day I fell apart." Elbows on the table, she held her head in her hands."A day that will live in infamy!" Denise giggled. Anne looked at her. She was so busy talking to him she didn't realize he was looking but if she did she wouldn't care. He was trying to relax but he knew he wanted to fuck her and mostly because she was white. A lot of black men wants to fuck white girls because they are kinky and very fuckable. Samantha smiles and drinks her drink while looking at Marcus. “so Marcus do you have a girlfriend?” “No, I don't have a girlfriend. When you've been in the military for so long you never have time for relationships.. “Oh, just delicious. Oh, yes!”“Jesus, you bimbos are dumb,” the man grunted, his hands seizing me and hauling me up. “Now let's go. I kidnapped you, and that means you're mine. I own you now. That's how the law works.”“Oh, wow, you're so super smart,” I lied. “Will you fuck me now? My pussykitty needs to be fed so baldy.” It was so nauseating saying these words, but I would do anything to survive and get back to my husband.“Not for me to decide. It's for your new owner. I'm selling you. You. I hadn’t wanted the meeting to be indoors. I wanted it outside the first time. I agreed only so that we could check to see if anyone was running surveillance of us. Tommy was out driving in the neighborhood looking for suspicious vehicles. The report was that everything appeared normal. Either Marge’s gut was wrong, or the Sheriff was slow playing us. He would try to get someone into the circle of customers, then try to get us to further incriminate ourselves. The DA would be afraid that the.