She held my hands, pulling me forward, and I struggled up holding on to her as my head started to spin again. I looked down the path between the yello...w crop, and indeed there were two people walking towards us from the same direction we had come, still a long way off fortunately. We grabbed our bags and walked the opposite direction, slowly at first but faster as I the strength returned to my legs. We started sniggering as we put distance between us and the couple, and soon were laughing loudly. It was hard as good as it was.I should say this. Usually, in sex, he is not the gentleman he is when he listens to me or tries to make me feel relaxed. He is rough and filled with life. His strength can be felt in his every move.After some more fucking, he knelt, kissing me whoever he could, turned me to my left side so that my left leg was bent, right one straight and my pelvis bent to my left-hand side. He had his knees on the sides of my right leg and again started fucking the hell outta me,. ....................................The damage at home was just as great though. Clare my wife of the hit theproverbial ceiling. It was at least 3 months before I was allowed back inthe same bed as her and over six months maybe more before any type ofsexual contact achieved.In the meantime I had not worked and Clare had suffered from anxiety anddepression which resulted in her deciding to give up her work before asshe put it "she got sacked like me." Times were hard and soon, as peoplesay we. There was four others slaves, each chained by the ankle to a hook in the bottom of the wagon. Jamal was chained like the rest. The wagon was driven by a old white hair slave. He told them to sing as the old master was close behind in his fine carriage. As they sang, he told them was was to happen to them.The old master had bought them for his grandson. His grandson had just bought some land and built a house and he needed some labor to clean the land off and farm it. The white hair woman and.