From being able to take a dozen or so, she has now found she can accept 100 or more without major discomfort and she presents herself on all fours for...her maintenance whipping.During the day, she must immediately comply with any sexual demand I place on her, unless she is doing something important. I work from home, so this is a lot easier for both of us, as she used to get lonely when I worked away from home.Today after having her suck my cock for 20 minutes and receiving 100 lashes on her ass. After three days of pure bliss spent with Caroline and our son I rode back to London, turning over in my mind Caroline's surprising suggestion that we adopt Molly March. I admit I had a great deal of affection for the girl, but I wondered how she would fit into the family. When married to Caroline I would legally be the step-father to John-Jarvis, but hoped in a short space of time to have children with Caroline whose paternity I could admit to. And what surname would Molly bear? John-Jarvis. We might win the battle, but we won’t win the war. I figure that we’d suffer fifty percent casualties fighting in Palarma. Those bastards are tough.”“There wouldn’t be enough of us left for the next battle.”“They’d target us specifically the next time. We’d be fighting them here or in Inra.”“There are already radical groups in Del Moray and Ismal. There are enclaves of fanatics all over Besland and North Ringland. We’ll have to fight them at some time.”“It’s a problem that isn’t going to go. You make one nasty white whore. I love cumming in your tight white pussy. You’re made to be a slut for black men. You got a body for breedin. I can’t wait to see a black baby suckin’ on those titties of yours.”From then on, the blacks from the club and my husband have addressed me as slut, bitch or whore.There was a time I would have taken offense at such terms, but I now embrace them. That’s what I have become, and what I am has allowed me to realize what it means.