Low light. Fragrant flowers all around. But, she did notice there were no windows. It was so quiet in this room. As she looked around she began to not...ce other things – a wall that contained handcuffs and some chains. Some sort of machine was directly set up in the middle of the room. It contained a cusioned seat with plush fabric covering it. It also contained ropes, pulleys, and many other things she couldn’t recognize. A small noise on the floor above her had her widening her eyes. Now, she. In the old slave days, the white masters used to breed Black Female slaves. Some were married and some were not. Black Females hated it, fought against it and so did Their Husbands and brothers and Fathers. But They had no choice, it was door die. So now compare this to the white female owned by a Black Master, married or not. She can’t get enough. She will cut her husband off and he will gladly obey the Black Master and watch and serve while the Black Master breeds his wife.It is not the old. See I would have never really noticed any of this if our parents hadn't recently passed away in a horrific car accident. I got the call a few days ago and as soon as I was able to get leave I came home. See I am currently in the marines and had been on tour in Iraq. I was completely devastated once I had heard what happened to our parents. I quickly made some phone calls to friends of the family and set it up so that someone would keep an eye on my little sister till I could get home. As soon. ‘I’m fine.’ ‘I-I heard about Mr. Drager,’ he continued, ‘My mom sent me the clippings. That…that must have been awful for you.’ ‘It…it wasn’t easy,’ Lois admitted, ‘but I was surprised how nice people were. I mean, hardly anybody blamed me for what Rod did.’ ‘I-I’m glad to hear that,’ Freddy said. He wasn’t sure why their conversation was so stilted. He looked at the auburn-haired woman sitting across from him and realized she was just as beautiful as she’d ever been. Her body was still lush.