" Heh." The men laughed at that and most of them had their cocks out, letting their slaves jerk them off, or suckle them while they talked.Mr. Reiser ...idn't stop me when I opened his trousers, shifting my body so I could bring my mouth to his cock. He stroked my hair and hardened quickly for the third time that evening. It would be a long while before I could make him cum probably, but I gathered that orgasm wasn't the point of this at all. It was slave owners relaxing and enjoying the luxury. Inge unnerved me a little, she was a woman on many levels, you saw one thing, then something deeper and stronger. She was my mentor and had a very changeable character.She could be loving, feminine, and caring, one minute, then harsh domineering and demanding, though these last traits were fleeting, you sensed they were there.I looked at her, a little embarrassed by my willingness to accommodate both of their needs.She stood by the open passage looking out into the dark isles while we fucked,. "I know this is probably hard for you to fathom, but your mother and I wanted to do something significant against racism. We were both so sickened by the things we saw and heard in the world about how whites treated those of color, and especially in Africa, that we felt the only way to combat it was on the physical, biological side, instead of merely laws; which seemed not to work as well as it was hoped it would." So, you and mom have had different men get her pregnant?" Yes." So, you chose. I was standing wanking when a man entered. I could hardly see him in the darkness. I continued wanking thinking he couldn't see me. After a minute or two I could vaguely see the movement of his hand wanking. This excited me as I realised there was some cock-fun on the agenda. He was standing about 8 or 9 feet away from me, but I got so excited that I took the courage to move right up beside him. He put out his hand and took hold of mine as we continued wanking. I never had experienced this.