Cynthia stood int he doorway of the slave's room and took it all in. This thing was young, very young, and it was very attractive for a nigger. As Cyn...hia tended to it;s wounds she found herself paying extra attention to it's tight round ass. She spread the cheeks apart unnecessarily just to get a look at the forbidden mound between it's legs. More and more she was getting aroused and her panties were getting wet. Cynthia had for some town been having sex with slaves. She hated herself and. . it just had to! All of her novenas she had said in church the past week had been offered up for their success. The Blessed Mother would never desert her; she felt confident of that. Lord, she should have more faith. What she needed was a little drink to steady her nerves.She arose from the comfortable, overstuffed chair and went to the small wicker bar, finding one of the bottles of bourbon Shannon had brought. There was ice in the small refrigerator beneath and several different mixes. She. I'd checked what local tradespeople would charge for an afternoon of work, and to get four (albeit less skilled) people doing the work had to be worth a couple of hundred. In the end we bought an auction lot for a meal out for two at the local pub for £50, and the afternoon of gardening for £165. After we'd paid I was given the mobile number for Paul, the sixth former who'd be organising delivery of the work.That weekend I walked round the garden making a note of what heavy jobs needed doing.. " She paused to let her words sink in, then continued, "By the way, the next time you call me and I tell you I'm busy, take the hint!" You're not still mad about that, are you?" Kayla asked.Chloe replied, "After tonight I won't be!" Seeing a concerned look appear on her friend's face, she added, "Don't worry, I promise, you're going to love it. Now shut up, time is wasting!" She went on to explain. "The rules are simple ... Neither of you are allowed to remove your blindfold or talk until you.