”And I says, “Well, no, accidents is accidents, ain’t they?”And he nods and says, “Yes, Missus, they is, but sometimes folks act like even j...st a little touch is a crime. And you know, since we got that new president, that can be dangerous for us black folk. But you don’t seem like you one o’ them types?”And I says, “No, James. No I ain’t.”And he goes on, “Ah, so you’s one o’ them more modern ladies! You ain’t a nigger-hater like some o’ them folks voted for the new president?”And I think to. Over and over, Mistress and Her slave exchange a secret look - She of pride and extreme pleasure in Her pet and he proud that he has obeyed and pleased Mistress this day.Mistress now decides to give Her friends an idea of just how obedient Her slave is. Come stand here My pet in front of Mistress, good boy. He does as he is told and Mistress friends are awed and jealous of Mistress cock, so hard and already oozing pre-cum. Mistress orders Her slave to control himself, as Mistress is going. Two leather straps went around the back of the head and were buckled in on the other side. Two more straps went underneath her chin, and two more went up over her nostrils, between her eyes and over her head before buckling in to straps just above her beck. The harness also contained a pair of blinders, commonly used for horses, which were properly tightened for Paloma's head, completely cutting off her peripheral vision, whilst a leather collar was tightened around her neck, complete with a. "I uh... might've heard something about that," I said, feeling I was on thin ice."But not Eric though," Julie told her, reaching around Maureen to pat me on the shoulder. "He's one of the nicest ones we got there. You should be..." she burped a little, "... excuse me. You should be proud of him Maury. He's a fine example of a man." I think I'll keep him," she said, hugging me close and giving a kiss on the cheek.Julie seemed on the verge of saying something else, something profound. But then.