‘About eight years.’The slave was very thin and oh so weary looking. ‘Are you sure his production merits his food bill?’ enquired Julia.‘Wel...’ replied the foreman, ‘some of them are better than others Ma’am, we can’t overwork the likes of him or he’ll just die on us.’Julia nodded at once comprehending the situation. ‘Well from now on you’ll work them all the same. It makes far better sense to work a slave to death than have the wretch living off me, do you understand?’‘Yes Ma’am.’‘I’ll have new. He started fondling me through my french knickers, likewise I unzipped him and started stroking his now slowly hardening cock, which again is what I love, quit short in length but quite thick. I quickly got on my knees and fed it into my mouth, he smelt and tasted lovely (as I said, I love the smell of pee, but also the taste of it).After a few minutes he was hard and leaking loads of precum, which I swallowed eagerly. He then took his trousers and underpants off and asked if I would make him. As you have read I have dark hair and dark eyes and I am clean shaven. Zoe is older than I am by a couple of years and is the driving force of our relationship. I am what many call a cross-dresser: a guy that gets great sexual satisfaction from dressing in women’s clothing.Of course, my girlfriend knows all about my cross-dressing. In fact, she encourages me to cross-dress. Once a week, generally on a Monday, Zoe and I have a wonderful fuck, then she shaves my cock and chest and chooses a sexy. She told us how rotten her husband was, etc. etc. and that she had walked out on him.Even though Michelle had often made her threats, I was totally surprised when she told Renee that she wasn't welcome to come and live with us.That was when my wife and I had our blow-up. I just couldn't see my daughter trying to find a place to stay, god knows where, so I interceded and insisted that Renee be allowed to come home, at least until she straightened out her situation.Michelle knew that those.