"How was the meeting?" It was good. We got a lot of stuff planned out already. Now we just needto do the fine details."She nodded. However, the amused...smile didn't dim the least."What?" I asked, staring to feel self-conscious. Whenever she'd smiled atSam like that, it usually meant bad news."That didn't sound like Sarah's car," she said in a sing-song tone. "Infact, it sounded an awful lot like the car the boy you went out with onSaturday drives. What was his name again?"Oh Jesus. Is this. The first few days were nice and hot, as was my sister. I haven't seen her undressed since I can't remember when, but she looks good in her bikini. Mum always says that the women in our family have 'childbearing hips' and Heather is definitely like that. She has a good flare to her hips and upper body, but if she turns sideways, she was very trim back to front, with no extra fat on her body. Her tits look a good firm handful and I have discovered by looking in her underwear draw that her figure. They whipped Black men as well as Black women to make them do their bidding. Did the White female slave owner feel any pity for the Black woman simply because both of them had breasts and vaginas? Absolutely not. The White female slave owner saw the Black female slave as a beast of burden, just like the Black man. And she didn’t see either of them as truly human. Black men who turn to White women for love and solace are foolish. White women of today are the descendants of White female slave. Mike tried to stand but four elves piled over him and pinned him in place. "Hmmmm. You have been naughty as well," a thick, sausage shaped finger pointed in mike's direction. They sat there effectively mashing Mike in place. Santa snapped his fingers and Mike's clothes faded as if smoke. He felt the cool floor against his nether regions and exclaimed,"What the fu***". "Silence young man you have to atone for your indiscretions as well" Santa tugged out a scroll and read,"Mike you had.