”“Your pussy is so hot, you’re burning, you’re itching. Your cunt is itching and it needs to be fucked, needs to be fucked by that long, thick...cock.” I pressed Julie’s hand hard against her now and could feel her fingers working urgently, reaching far up inside her.“Yes, yes … I need it, got to have that huge dick rammed into me. Harder and harder … ““You’re pushing hard against the cock now, driving it deeper into your cunt.”“Mmm … oh God it’s big.”“Yes, it is big isn’t it? But you can take. Profits were off a little as I had anticipated because of the extra help I had hired.I smiled as I signed the distribution check for Paula. Three days after I mailed the check I received a phone call from Paula. Paula was not happy when her pay out was not as projected. She hired another CPA to check my books. They were accurate and he told her so. She was pissed.After I fielded her irate phone call when she got the CPA report I returned to my toils. I was losing more business and I was. After my bath I sprayed on some lovely perfume and put on a cute little pink nightie without panties that just covered my bottom, then slipped into my big fluffy slippers and headed over to Mr C's house. When I walked in he was standing in the kitchen making dinner and when he saw me his mouth fell open and remarked how beautiful I looked, I thanked him and then noted that he was not in his pajamas, he said that he sleeps naked so he couldn't walk around naked, but I told him that would be OK. There simply were no restrictions on what you could do with your slave, after all she was a slave!Now although this was a slip back in the race for modernity for most African countries it barely registered on the international news desks. For a start Zonga was not a tourist hot spot, the number of white women visiting the country was very low and they nearly all tended to be professional women with males accompanying them so the chances of an opportunistic new slave trader acquiring nubile.