Thensuddenly Craig had an idea."Just a minute!" he called out in his best high pitched voice. The voicethat came out though was that of the real or ra...her the original pretendDiana Knight.What the fuck?Craig dashed in the bathroom and wet the hair on the mask and grabbed atowel. As he went to the door, he started to wrap the towel around hisnew body to cover up his newly gained assets."What's the problem officer?" the fake Diana Knight asked through thedoor. Jenkins the cat came out to rub. "It was blacks Lativa that herded other blacks down to the beaches and sold them to the white men who came on ships. Whites didn't go into the interior and capture people and enslave them; it was their own black brothers who sold them into slavery. And when the white man wasn't there they sold to other black tribes or to who ever was willing to buy." That doesn't matter. It is what has happened since that matters. Ever since the black man was freed from his chains the white man has done. ’ ‘Do you think I haven’t? Look at the bloody things. It’s like having a horse’s arse down my shirt.’ ‘She has got a point,’ said Donna, mercilessly. ‘What brought this on, Nellie?’ I asked quietly. And then it all came out. Apparently she had been asked out by a man, Sid the plumber, who had taken her to another pub. He’d introduced her to some friends and there was a lot of drink taken. One of the friends had said to Sid that he’d won and there was a lot of winking and nudging. Sid, when. They left me spread-eagled in the middle of the living room, covered in their cum like a used tissue. I was in heaven. The young guy deliberately propped my front door open exposing me to the possible ridicule of a passing neighbor. I lay there for fifteen minutes before I regained enough strength to close the door. Luckily none of my neighbors had passed my door. I sat in the love seat and relived the whole experience in my mind. Three men had treated me like a common whore and I hadn't even.