We sell and trade our collections. When a woman is no longer of interest to any collector, she is sold on the black market. Now don't trouble yourself...my dear, we always try to find good homes for our pets. Most go to Arab Sheiks, a few to corporate CEOs around the world." My God, we're SLAVES!" blurted out Tammy, realizing the irony of a black woman being traded and sold among largely white men in the twenty-first century."A harsh word, but ... well, yes. You are here to please us. Do that and. It was a little awkward at first but finally Dave broke the ice by saying, “Damn dude, that was fucking intense.”“And some intense fucking”, Tom quipped making me snort the mouthful of Coors that I had out my nose.“Any chance of it happening again”, Dave asked.“Honestly I don’t know”, I replied, “I guess that depends on Latisha.”Dave asked how she was doing and I explained that she was sleeping. We finished our smokes and went back inside. I signaled for my friends to be quiet and walked up to. First we washed the dishes, and set them in the simple strainer on the pitiful small smooth rock countertop on either side of the rock sink. I put the now clean cans in the other small strainer both strainers draining into the sink.Next we washed our clothes we rinsed them as best we could and hung them on hangers to drip dry over an area near the pool with tiny holes to let the water safely drain away.It was bedtime, as we were all still nude I turned up the indirect lighting, to better see. She turned her face up toward me as far as she could and said "You're supposed to rub it in, Hut, not just push it around." She looked at me bent over to reach down to her and said "You'll ruin your back bending like that. Just sit on my legs". I put my right leg across to straddle the lounger then carefully sat down on her upper thighs.I asked "Is that OK?"She said "Sure. Now the oil, please Hut."I said "OK, OK" and drizzled a pretty good amount on her back up between her shoulder blades and.