Again, why should I have to do my own chores? I'm a pretty. delicate Southern flower, and mucking stalls just isn't for me.

Although I am a delicate Southern flower, I know how to manipulate horny men into doing whatever I want, it's just a matter of finding the right man for the job. If I wanted a man to do something for me like, take me out and buy me dinner, even take me out on the town, I'd bat my blue eyes at a classy white man and they'd come running.

But that's not what I need right now, what I need is a of burden to do my dirty manual labor.

Mucking stalls...

Again, why should I have to do my own chores? I'm a pretty. delicate Southern flower, and mucking stalls just isn't for me.

Although I am a delicate Southern flower, I know how to manipulate horny men into doing whatever I want, it's just a matter of finding the right man for the job. If I wanted a man to do something for me like, take me out and buy me dinner, even take me out on the town, I'd bat my blue eyes at a classy white man and they'd come running.

But that's not what I need right now, what I need is a of burden to do my dirty manual labor.

Mucking stalls and cutting grass, bailing hay and exercising the horses is blackmans work. Their black sweaty backs bent over in the field, slaving away is something I like to see. I sit back on the front porch with my feet up, sipping a mint julep with a bull whip in my hand, that's the Southern way.

But how do I get blackmans to come do all the work for free? I'm definitely not paying them and they have to be enticed somehow.

In my tiny sling bikini, my big ass shaking and my large supple breasts are a good way to make those blackmans fall to their black, ashy knees... weak with jungle lust. But, that's not enough! What do blackmans love as much as fat white ass?

Fried chicken and watermelon.

I'll have free black labor in no time.