Initially she didn’t know what she was looking at then she realized that it was a tattoo or even a brand!! But only animals were branded. But then K...imberly realized that White men had branded Black slaves!! Kimberly shaken said, “Is that a brand Quanesha?”“Yes it is. The only way that Black Daddy can legally deliver us to Black men to pay reparations is if we belong to him. You have to ask him to brand you into slavery I did and so did all the other girls in Black Daddy’s family.”Kimberly. The throb returning to my aching vagina, my heart began racing as once again an orgasm built up. Fingering ceased, I could hear Billie fumbling behind me, his cock pushed up against my ass, and then the end brushed over my clit as he attempted to insert it into my tunnel. Finally making its destination his hips pressed into my ass checks as he forced it in as far as it would go. I squeaked as he ground his cock inside of me, tiny movements causing just enough pleasure to make me gasp. Not. Bill sucked in his breath as his daughter's soft inner thigh flesh was revealed and, as he looked, he was able to detect a flash of her white panties all the way up inside of her skirt at the top of her legs. His cock rose quickly within his pants. God, he thought, I wish that I could touch her.His eyes vacated her thighs temporarily, intending to make sure that his daughter wasn't paying attention to his interest in her. When his eyes reached her face he was surprised to find Carrie looking. A drive by was some high school seniors riding past in a convertible and mooning some girls walking home. The biggest crime in the neighborhood was when some kids would TP a house after the Friday night game. Helmets and kneepads were required for the wrestling team. If someone had been foolish enough to insist that they would be required by law if you wanted to ride a bike we would have laughed him out of school.Joey and I both had 1000's of miles on our bikes and the worst that had happened.