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Don't disown me please-
Oh Washingdaddy, I remember when I was stolen from the orphanage and put on auction. You laid eyes on me and I glanced back, a look of hope in my eyes. You bought me for the highest bid and threw me onto your plantations. A cruel master indeed, but every time we interacted, I could feel a raging lust inside of you. As I tended to crops, you rode on your stallion, so mighty and strong like you. I remembered when you caressed my warm exposed skin. My lips trembled as you continued, the cotton slipping from my palms.
I barely could keep a grip on the cotton. I became distracted and stopped working.
Angered, you whipped me, and I learned at that time to never make such a mistake ever again.
A cold night later, I was walking to my quarter, pulling up my ragged shirt. I felt your warm hand on my shoulder and I stopped. "Come with me." You commanded.
I obeyed.
Following you, my master, the founding father, a strong general. You gave me your attention. My heart jumped as you brought me to your house, bringing me to your room and pinning me down.
I didn't fight back
Ripping the remaining ragged clothing, exposing my bottom half and shoving your length inside me, stealing me. Stolen yet again
But you are an exception
You whispered into my ear. "Once my slave, always a sex slave~" you murmured , ramming deeper into my slave cunt, suddenly releasing your glorious liquid into me
Whiter than cotton
This I must maintain