I want you all to get cleaned up, and get your stories straight so there's no any problems with your parents, and then we're leaving.”Chantelle, and...especially Kaylee, looked close to tears.“Listen, I mean it, you can visit me again, I would love to have you here again, but we really need to get you home.” I was starting to feel some dread at the prospect, but decided to force the issue “I don't want to use the riding crop again, okay?”My last sentence achieved the desired result, as the three. When she jumped and turned around I was face to face with a beautiful black woman. I said sorry I didn't mean to scare you. She said no sir it was my fault, I should have been done by now. I told her to take her time, I am in no hurry. I turned on the TV and sat on the sofa, but to be honest, I was spending more time watching her than I was the TV. She was about 25, 5'4", 140 pounds, g****fruit size tits thick body with a heavy but nice ass. She caught me staring more than once. I am such a man. Mere ghar ke saath ek padosi rehta tha unki family mei papa mummy bada bhai aur behen rahte the uska naam sarita aur dekhne average thi mujhe pata nahi usko dekh ke kya ho jata tha meri sarita ke saath bohut banti thi hum ek dusare ke saath bahut friendly rahete the tab mujhe sex ke bare mei jayada kuch nahi pata tha phir ek din sarita ke ghar par koi nahi tha toh usne mujhe awaz de aur apne ghar bulaya tab mujhe koi idea nahi tha sarita ne mujhe kyu bulaya haiJab main uske ghar pahocha usne. Yes, but my point is, if it wasnt for white people freeing blacks in the civil war, you may still be a slave today.Well I'm sure something else would have come along... I really dont think so. I think once in an organized, serving system, black people are the most confortable.Trust me Betty, we are just as confortable out of slavery and living free.You would think so, but I see things differently. I see todays life as merely an abberviated form of how life was back during slavery.What do you.