They went to the cafe where her and William had gone on their first day. She had gone there enough that she was on a first name basis with everyone th...t worked there. They had gone and "let their hair down" and acted like teenagers playing hooky from school. Rhonda was a vegan, and only ate food that "hadn't had parents." She was an extremely nice, and sociable person, though, and was very well liked, but actually got upset when she saw someone eating any meat.They had seated themselves in a. His wife is a beautiful Southern Belle who loves being gang-fucked by the slave men, and she wears these low cut southern gowns that show off her huge titties that quiver like Jello when she walks, and she's carrying this short whip that she's always using on the slaves.The wife had the negro girls lined up, that is, all the ones who were sixteen or older. And pretty of course. There ain't no ugly slaves in these movies. One by one, the wife ripped the ragged dresses off the girls, leaving them. He stops and touches her feeling her wetness ‘you are enjoying this my little slut” he asks, “yes Sir “she whispers back to Him. His hands slide over her back and she lets out a soft moan as they travel down her body. The sharp burning pain of the cat o nine tails reaches her brain seconds after it has landed, she gasps, before she can catch her breath the whip lands again and is repeated often up and down her back and arse. Some where or somehow she does not know when it stopped being pain. “I think a sit-down meeting with Fred and Mabel Sherman would be in order,” I said.“Agreed, and I will arrange it” she said.My wife arranged cocktails to be followed by dinner for the following Saturday with the Sherman’s.I was as nervous as a cat with a mean dog around during cocktails. But the conversation only consisted of small talk. Finally, the catered food arrived. My wife was a fabulous hostess, but cooking was not her forte.Following a succulent dinner of roast beef, roasted red.