It might sound inconsistent for a man who deals with slaves daily as part of his work, but I never once agreed with the idea of them not getting to vo...e. They’re still citizens, and while I agree with the idea of their bondage, I always believed that it should be treated as what it was intended to be, a voluntary, contractual relationship between master and slave, servant, really. Calling them slaves was probably a mistake, just as denying them the right to vote was a mistake. Slaves are. We had some drinks with us and it was a perfect way to cool down. I was in the pool when we heard a voice calling - it was my husbands friend Rob, we told him that we were up at the pool. There was no point in me trying to cover up, but it didn't matter anyway as Rob had seen me naked many times before. He was my 'friend with benefits" and had fucked me many times in the past, totally with my husbands permission.He loves to hear how hard I had been fucked by Rob, he loves me telling him how Rob. The thought occurred to me that she seemedalmost to have been carved from a piece of marble, like astatue by Michelangelo or DaVinci. Her legs were a visionof glory; their golden hue leading from her perfectlymanicured toes to the lovely brown bush at her belly. I could wait no more. I shed my clothes and joined myangel on her bed and lay next to her warm, supple,vulnerable body. I gingerly tested her awareness bylightly touching her arm and I received no response. Isoon found myself eagerly. Her long-time bed partner at home was a tall, handsome black police detective with an addiction for rich white bitches with anal fixations. They were matched perfectly because she had a fetish for watching his oversized dark-skinned cock sliding resolutely in and out of her nicely stretched vagina and anal openings and to see his punishing black palms spanking her white ass cheeks with no mercy with his heavy hands and his complete disregard for her pleas and promises to be a good girl for him.