She must not have been a field hand, her face and hands showed no signs of it, John noticed. She was a petite girl, just barely clearing five feet. She looked to be about his age, and did not have the clothes of the field slaves. She walked towards John holding a mixed assortment of colored wildflowers. Every few steps she would bend over to collect some.
She was walking through a small field of wild flowers. When he came to a clearing he saw a lone female slave. There were some slaves milling about, but no real work was being done that day. He noticed how the cotton fields seemed to be neglected as well. The easy stroll through the spring crops was nice. John walked towards the fields, as his father spoke with the owner on the dilapidated porch. The big house needed a coat of paint, and the boards of the front porch were all loose. John walked with his father around the grounds and remarked how the plantation had fallen into disrepair. The owners of the plantation greeted all of them accept Colby who stayed with the carriage.
No one dared question his loyalties, as his position often irritated Mr. Although Colby never whipped anyone, his word was just as powerful as the Overseer's lash. Colby also never made mistakes and would make sure the other slaves were in line. No one really questioned how John's father treated him as a friend rather than a common slave. Colby was the best slave his father owned. John knew his father listened to Colby, as they grew up together. When the carriage finally stopped, Colby opened the door muttering about how the place looked like it was ran by a bunch of wild animals. John tried his best to ignore him as he seemed to be one of those whom found fault in everything. Harken's accounts of Cherokee attacks and how slaves should be treated. John was now eighteen, and his father wanted him to participate in the family's business. The Glenwood Plantation was not doing so well the last three seasons, and was ready to sell some property. John was now riding in the back of a carriage with his father, and Mr. Franks was moved to the cotton plantation, Mr. John did not know of the harsh discipline he enjoyed when Mr. Although he was a white hired hand, he was still treated as such. John thought nothing of him and paid him little attention.
It was early spring in 1819, and he was working as a hand for the Overseer. John Childs remembered the first time he met Mr. 1st part of the series.Ĭaution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Interracial Black Female White Male First Oral Sex Squirting Pregnancy Cream Pie Historical Sex Story: John Childs falls for a new slave.