She understands Atlanta’s people and their unique needs. Sometimes I wonder why Black people are their own worst enemies. They think white men and w...ite women have changed. Decades ago, Black politicians and Black homeowners transformed Atlanta from a racist white enclave into the bedrock of African-American political and financial power in the Old South. Now, the city’s African-American voters want to undo all that by handing the reins of power over to a wealthy white woman doesn’t have a clue. " "Ok." "Stay in that position for a second." Over by the table I grabbed the last of the rebar stakes, the hammer, and some more lengths of rope. Back behind Abbey, I pounded a stake at each corner of the towel, now there were tie points at all four corners. As I began to tie one of the ropes to her ankle she protested. "Phillip, you don't need to tie me down. I won't disobey." "I know, but it's more fun this way. Now spread your legs apart." As Abbey complied, her cunt lowered down even. “Take him to bed.”She squeezed growing breasts. She glided her hands over her huge belly, down to her clit, rubbing it, thinking of Caleb behind her, pumping her full of semen. “Yessss.”“It might be easy,” she thought.Caleb cleaned the entire house, starting yesterday and finishing up the next night. “Maybe he wants his mother,” Amy thought, dipping her hands into her soaking wet pussy.“No,” she stopped herself before the orgasm overcame her, thinking of the horrific sin she and Caleb. But no one else could say I was theirs. If I took their cocks everywhere, their hands could go all over me, as did their mouths, their teeth, that's because he allowed it. Just like him, they had been very nice to me too. Victor had just given me a car. He said he was grateful. Luke took me out shopping four times in these last two months. He said I needed to wear clothes that were more suitable for a girl as beautiful, as unique as I was. Alex tended to everything else. I didn't have to work.