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My name is Danny Rollins and I think you're amazing. What do you mean Danny? I'm not amazing. I'm not any different from you I'm just doing work like any other slave. You're amazing because you amateur actually stand up to the white man! Brother, I think you're doing a great job.” Marcus was the kind of person who was never trying to impress anyone. He was just being himself and not taking shit from people especially the slave master. He just continued picking cotton as he looked over at the guy. “Danny it's good that you're chit-chatting but better get to work. I don't want to see indian another brother getting whooped. I appreciated Mark. Hey, can I ask you a question? Sure just get to work.” he begins working with Marcus while talking. “this is a personal question but is your father in your life? Because mines are not. Yeah, my father was never really in my life either. He left my mother when I was 14 years old. I was going to ask him why did he leave us but it was too late. He was killed by white man for not complying. Sally if you don't do what the white man says then you will die.” She started to scream but Troy stopped her, “if you call the cops, they’ll review the stick, as you see there is no sign of us forcing you to do anything, frankly it appears you started the entire thing. He owned a commercial landscaping business and did very well. He turns and looks at Alicia. “Let’s go eat lunch. I told her I would have to get more money from an ATM, hoping indian she would settle for less. The 4chan thread responded to this quite positively, demanding fingers in her pussy, or a fist in her ass, or sharpies crammed into every orifice. Please I’m begging you. You fucking faggot.” Even in the Park, he used different dogs or different teases. She lets him cum in her. I broke the silence, “Are you packed?” I headed back to my office and waited anxiously for Rebecca to come in. I was going to fuck her so hard my dick was going to put dents in the top of her head from the inside. "Well, if you don't want me to I won't." She replied. Then, speaking so only the first girl meat could hear him, he said, “Hi, what’s your name?” “An offer of marriage,” she countered, “I have had enough of Convent life, five o’clock starts and constant tedious prayers and being sick every morning, its hardly my fault I had no dowry and had to go for a life of prayer. “Thank you.” She whispered, and we kissed with love on our lips. You started gagging as amateur my cock continued shooting it's load.