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October 19, 1861
Wilmington, Union Carolinas
planter James Hopkins plantation

When the air turns cool off and Saratoga chip, it seems the Energy it takes to get out of a warm bed becomes unsurmountable. Looking out the bedroom window at the sun, as it begins its daily peak over the easterly most hill of the orchard, I gather my will and cast aside the cover song off and heavily flop my feet to the stale story. My robe is unfortunately proper where I piled it the Night before. For a legal brief moment, my thoughts travel back to three days prior. One of our house slave had unfortunately drawn the ire of the dwelling house matriarch ( Mrs. Raymond Chandler ) and after a grove video display of disfavor by one of our best drivers ; she was sold to the Lee plantation over in the next county. I have never been one to be attached to dimension but I genuinely liked her, she was always right there with whatever was needed…this may sustain been what brought about her demise with Mrs. chandler. My robe has not been warmed by the fervency and laid out for me since she was forced out. Putting on my cold cotton fiber robe, I walk to the window and coast it open. Breathing in the decline Carolina air, the flavour of drying tobacco plant enters my anterior naris and upon exhale, I can see my breather. My judgment checks off the daily chore that are to be completed today. It is auction off day in town.

finishing my shave, and putting on my ripe Sunday attire, ( nail with grandfather pocket watch from Sweden ), I open my bedroom door. The smell of warm bread and breakfast ice-cream soda down the great lobby as I head for the dining room. I smile, knowing that earlier, seven year old, Peter ( my waiting boy ) must take heard me waking up behind the threshold to my room and he must have hurried to describe to the kitchen staff that I had awakened and would soon be wanting my firstly repast of the day. He must have been waiting behind my doorway for at least an hr, as he has been trained to do since the beginning of his transfer to house help position. This thought always brightens my mood, he has great voltage screening for when he gets older, even if his skin is disconsolate as night.

Breakfast is indeed fulfilling, grits laden with butter, eggs with fatback, and a good stiff chocolate blending to wash it down. Once again the kitchen staff have proven their Charles Frederick Worth, a great investment two years ago. Even my dinner political party and evening company have discussed amongst their traffic circle about the intellectual nourishment from the dinner table on the Hopkins Plantation. A good investment indeed, for I love the fact that my sociable position is growing within the community. Grandfather, God rest his soul, would be proud. And now to come out the days tasks. pecker is waiting at the entranceway door with my hat, cloak, and walking cane. Beaming, his white teeth create such a stark direct contrast against his dark skin, he tells me,"morning time'in Masser Sir Anthony Philip Hopkins"and as common is secretly hoping for one of my delicacy that I keep in the left pocket of my vest. Satisfied with his study so far, I reach in and handwriting him a piece of peppermint. He closes the door behind me and as I look in the space, I see Charlie herding the cows out to the forage for the day. Looking to the north, the long line of field hard worker can be seen heading out to work in the cane fields. Today is going to be a decent and generative day on the orchard. Walking around the W face of the porch, I glance at the horse barn and finger a stirring within…"not yet, but very soon"I tell myself."I still have a few things to land up up first."The baccy shed is off to the leftfield so I head over to check out the last cutting and see how it is drying. Satisfied, my care moves to the stalls again, but a quick stop consonant at the blacksmith takes precession."Hello, Massa Hopkins ”, Ray says."Good morning, Ray. How is the new axle hub coming for work police wagon five ?"I ask."Almost finished sir, should be done later today."He replies. He follows my gaze to the stalls and tells me to go on ahead, matter are under ascendence and do not need my attention. He is right, thing are working smooth this morning time and I have much bigger tasks at deal. A quick trip to the stable and then it will be off to the knuckle down trade in the townsfolk square.

Walking at a alert footstep, I reach the stables main door and pushing open the big heavy pine. The station would be empty except for a mare that is six months along and on a special diet. The charabanc has been wheeled out and presumably the groom hitched it to the team in planning for my 45-minute trip into town. And, of course, as instructed, off to the side near the hay bales stands Hanna, in her usual position…waiting for me patiently. Her burlap wearing apparel drawn up about her waist and her leging drawn down and laying on one ankle. Barefoot, her legs splayed all-inclusive, eyes staring ahead. As she hears my stride hooking closer she bends over from the waist, puts one hired man on the hay bale in front of her and uses her other paw to circularise her cheeks wider, just as I instructed the day before. I glimpse at her chocolate contour on display shamelessly in front of me. She is white and sense of smell of liquid ecstasy, to my favourable reception. Hanna has been much busier in the stables than common over the in conclusion three days. Normally, I would send for upon her once a calendar week for my penury to be met, but now that my front-runner house slave was sold off three days ago, I have been calling on her daily, always in the dawn after breakfast. This morning is no dissimilar, in fact it is one of the most important for it is very bad to head to the hard worker market with a load built up…it can be very hard to call back with the rightfield head when trying to get a bargain with the hard worker bargainer. If vent has not been available, it is very easy to get carried away and pay far too much in price for a house slave. So, my release into Hanna this morning feels most important. Stepping nearer to Hanna, I undo my belt ammunition and lay in next to her on the hay Basel. I let my bloomers fall to my mortise joint. My cock is already growing rapidly and I rub my head up and down her pink scratch. She stays in that Sami status, only breathing harder now, knowing broad well what comes next. She must experience been rubbing herself before I opened the doorway because she is surprisingly moist already… and her pink internal back talk peak from behind her spread blackness outer sassing. Fully hardened now, I place my work force on her coxa and tune up my headway to her moist cunt. Pulling with my hands and thrusting with my hips, my turncock in one thrust, plunges deep into her duct and hindquarters out when my renal pelvis meets her cheeks. A grunt erupts from Hanna, at the fast abrupt insertion. Once I am in, her hand leaves her cheek and joins the former one on the hay Basle so that she can keep her residue. Pulling back out, I thrust in again, a bit harder this time. I like Hanna, but I like to use her tight pussy in ways that I do not use very many of my early striver. It feels good to British pound a pussy for no other cause then stark pleasure. And Hanna has a okay pussy that was made for me to pound, fast, grueling, and with forceful ownership. Pulling out again, I thrust in, and with my cock fully wet and sliding easily I begin my casual exercising. With each emphatic push, her dead body lunges forward and my cutis slaps against her ass. Each rhythmic slap is met with a grunt from her. Keeping up a good pace for six instant I can feel the building departure coming on. I hear my representative saying"Yeah, that's it Hanna…take it all, I enjoy using you for my indigence, and here it comes….get ready…uhhhh."I push her headspring down scurvy to the hay bale. With a few more abstruse thrusts I feel myself about to irrupt. I pull out and groaning, vaunt my cum all over her disastrous ass and depleted back, the snowy seed glaring brightly on her sour skin in the dim Light. Flicking the cobbler's last few drops from my tip, I pull my pants up and admire my painting while putting on my belted ammunition. With a firmly handwriting slap to her cum covered left ass cheek, I pick up my cane and tell her"well done Hanna, see you again in the morning."I leave her there, leaning over the hay Bale with her clothes and hair disheveled, cum dripping down her ass, and a well used puss, gaping and still on display. Closing the room access, I head for the coach in the front drive with a certain bounce in my step. One of the team horses that is attached to the coach whinnies from around the corner.

Climbing aboard, my driver ( Ed ) shakes the reins and with a lurch the 45-minute journey begins. The road is mostly unruffled, except for the stream cross at the border of my property. A constant reminder that I need to get the two carpenter slave out here to reconstruct the bridge that washed out during the outpouring flood. 30 minute of arc later, as Charles and I pull up to the townspeople lame, I step off and he heads the team off to the stalls to wait for my margin call. Glancing at my pouch sentinel, I whistle and think that I cut it a little tightlipped this time…only 10 minutes to dispense with before the auction begins. Not much time to peruse the inventory. I head over to the cellular phone and hitching posts where the slaves are kept quiet. 9 hitching posts in the ground with five slave tethered to each one. These are separated into male and distaff office in monastic order to hold on the Bull separated due to their inherent aptitude to deform a female person over and engender her then and there. A quick pass through of the males and only one has my sake. His mark alerts me of his origin. He is up for sales agreement from the Roswell farm, and looks to be used to some intemperate labor in the sugar boiler. I write down his number"41"and the utmost damage that I am willing to bid for him. Over at the female position my walk through leafage me abandon. None there are worthy of the Hopkins plantation. Either too immature or too old. Entering the electric cell section of the market, the roof over hang cutting the light down to a dim radiance. The cubicle are where the new striver are kept, after spending some fourth dimension in recovery due to the long trip in the stomach of a gravy holder in painful condition and food rations ; they are auctioned off to the gamey bidder once they regain strength and color. Not needing any male, I move toward the female person cells. I find there are three cells with 10 in each one. Used to being looked over they pay no placard to the buyers as we walk by. Some in rags, some naked…I find two that I would want to consider purchasing as my new house slave. Both are lite skinned and both are of age so it comes down to the final examination price. A bell in the square alerts me to the fact that my ten minutes are up and the consequence is starting.

I quickly leave the cells and top dog for the square in order to get a comely place in the crew. In blocks of ten the slave are led up onto the weapons platform and presented. Any remaining clothing is removed briskly and the auction starts. My male person comes up and the bid quickly rises to above my allotted amount and another valet de chambre purchase him, I believe it was Don the provender store owner, but it doesn't really matter. The business moves quickly and another ten, then another…until finally one of my Light Within skinned planetary house slaves is on the platform with ten others. The fist two on her right are naked and sold quickly to another plantation proprietor. The auctioneer footprint over and catch the arm of my choice slave and pulls her to the edge of the platform and rip off her sparse rags. Her arms stay limply at her sides as the dictation starts. My eyes travel up her strong shapely legs, over her wooden-headed inglorious pubic mound, up her waist to her saucy pap standing at attention in the cool first light air. Her eyes are staring at cipher, maybe a stain on the stage at her feet. I find her skin color to be perfect, she appears healthy and clean from disease. Realizing the bidding has already started, I raise my handwriting and am recognized. This move happens another six time before I decide the damage is to eminent and I wait for the other to be brought out. alternative number one is purchased and escorted off the stage to the staging area where she will be paid for, papered, and shown to her new master.

Two radical of ten later and my other plectron is movement and center. Being defenseless already she is not stripped, and her hands rest gently at her position. She is staring straight ahead into the crowded square accepting her future. My eyes travel over her light body, she is quite a bit darker than the starting time girl, but would still represent a Hopkins household well. Smiling, I raise my bridge player to bid. The summons price advance quickly. I run a quick calculation in my head and take into effect the deviation in not buying the kale kettle from the Lee farm."Going once, twice…."I raise my hand again and take the price up another 10 dollars. After a pause,"Sold"is echoed across the grounds and she is escorted over to the stair to await my claim in the staging area. Stepping purposefully, I make my way over there.

I hand the money to the clerk. He writes my information on the transferral of property ownership records. He also writes a book of account in his record book. While my new planetary house slave looks on, I place my signature on the paperwork. Once the transaction is complete, I call for Ed to bring the coach. Turning to my newly acquired belongings, I let her get it on my gens is Master Hopkins .