Besides heknew all to well it was a crime to waste a Black Man's cum and lettingit run out, down and on to the ground would certainly constitute acri...e.It was 2:00 AM when Pansy left the party. Mr. Marcus gave him bus fairand told him to go home. His dress, face and hair were covered in cum,fortunately for Pansy there was no one on the street until he got tothe bus stop. At the bus stop, there were two men, so Pansy slowed hiswalk until he saw the bus cuming and entered the bus right after. She moved around the bed until she was behind him, and as I looked at her, she was rubbing her forefinger against her thumb, an indication of money, 'Mr Nilsson is looking for a young friend', she hinted, and the reason for my being there became obvious.I was still holding his hand and pulled it onto my lap, lifting my knee higher onto the bed edge, mother smiled and nodded, realizing the penny had dropped.My short skirt was riding mid-thigh and the back of Mr Nilsson hand was resting on my. All the slaves, male and female ate together in their own dining room. Like the others I had to sit crossed legged on a shallow leather cushion with my food on a table no more than a foot high. Sitting made my bottom sore again but everyone chatted in a friendly way that took my mind off it to some extent.I found out there are two classes of slaves; harem slaves whose main purpose is sexual pleasure and work slaves who do all the cooking and cleaning. The latter wore a standard type Arab dress. I needn't tell you that at 10:15 she was more than a welcome diversion from my usual morning idleness.She browsed around in the store for a few minutes, selected two pairs of shoes and seated herself in one of the try-on chairs with her back to the entrance.(Was that a halo around her head or just the lights from the mall?)Her voice was cheerful and her smile dazzling when she said, "I would like to try these on please."I was lucky that I didn't stumble and fall in my rush to get to the fitting.