My maid is a servant. She has rights, I respect her as a human being and would never beat her. As for you, you have no rights, I use you as I want and...I can beat you for fun. You are trash, lucky enough be made a slave." Victoria spat on Martha's face. Martha breathing heavily, kissed Victoria's shoes. " Yes Mrs Andrews, I understand. I'm sorry for insulting you and your guest like this. I'm grateful for your reprimand, I deserve much worse." Martha then turned to Mary, bowed and kissed her. But that is not for now." What then?" I responded. "Are there other parts of the world that might be more promising for expansion of your business interests?" Ah yes! That is one of the things I wanted to talk about. The second country in the world to legalize chattel slavery is Brazil. That was just two weeks ago. Perhaps you have heard something of that?" Yes indeed", I replied.Just then the very leggy black waitress that I had earlier selected approached our table, presented Greg with his. He gave her a silly face and stuffed in a mouthful of food. "Hey," Ricky said. "I wouldn't mind ---" "Ricky, shut up and eat!" Alicia snapped. He frowned again, then started eating, giving her a sulky expression as he looked back up. Alicia hadn't wanted to snap at him, but she had to shut him up. There was no telling what he'd come out with next. It was too bad, because this was the first breakfast she'd eaten with her sons in a long time. Usually, Hilda was in the. The cup of tea was forgotten as we made our way to the lounge hand in hand, both of us smiling. I sat her down on a comfortable settee then kneeled down in front of her. Opening her legs wide, I was able to access that lovely face again and we kissed for some time; lost in the pleasures of love and lust. When we broke free, she removed her t-shirt while I peeled off my blouse. We looked at each other’s tits. Mine are sizeable and hers weren’t much smaller. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her.