Kimberly, no Corecia, said that they were fucking and sucking Black men!! Marci wanted Black sex but it didn’t sound like they were sucking and fuck...ng boyfriends, it sounded like they were whores!! That couldn’t be true. Kimberly would never be a whore!! She said that they were owned!! But nobody could be owned anymore! Slavery was illegal. But they were wearing collars around their necks! Those were slave collars!! But they seemed happy. Shouldn’t slaves resent being slaves?She stuttered,. "There was a 'Bing' sound the timer stopped and the door opened. Hmm.Easier than I thought. I knew I could pull off the naughty, overly-sexed-up schoolgirl tease.I exited the door and was back in the room that had the twelve doors. Iwas the first one out. I'm guessing that the other 'girls' emergedbetween twenty minutes and a half hour after I did, except Jaclyn. Shecame out much later.We were all allowed back to the room we awoke in earlier. We all sat downon our beds and started talking about. I saw Miss Elaine many times, and had a perfect spot where I could see the whole stage, and press against a banister to get the full pleasure of ejaculation (looking at a girl could make my penis cum all by itself, but if it's got nothing to squeeze against, that can be quite painful. Having tight trousers helps too). There was also Miss Carol who danced at the Flowerpot, and they had guest dancers too - I remember one voluptuous black girl who was so bosomy I had a stiff erection before I even. But she seems to adjust."My phone rang. Well, it didn't actually ring, it played a happy little tune that identified the caller as the most wonderful guy in the world. Alan and Tina both smiled. They knew who it was. "This is your fault," I said. "Hi, baby!" Hi cutie!" he popped. I could feel him smiling through the phone. "We're on the way back. Maybe half an hour." Goodie!" I said. "I miss you. Got us a casserole in the oven. One of Mom's recipes."He laughed. "That takes care of ONE.