But oddly enough the copper pipes were all still there nobody had stolen them which we fully expected. After seeing that the front door had been broke... into.They were all in good condition needing only minimum repairs. My husband said that we would have running water in no time. By the time we unloaded of the boxes we thought we would need and fixed a few major things (The front door the windows ect.) We were way too exhausted to think or even eat, we drank sparingly having only a few bottles. He’ll need physical therapy, of course, but his physical condition is excellent. I believe he’ll have a full recovery.”Her face tight, Rachel asked, “When can my daughter see her ... husband?”“We’ll transfer him to a room when we’re sure he’s stable. I’ll ask a nurse to come and take you to him.”“Thank you, Doctor.”The doctor nodded, and with his obligations fulfilled, scurried away.Rachel glared at the surgeon as he left. “Bless his heart,” she murmured. It didn’t sound kind at all. She turned. For a few hours a month, if he was lucky, a few hours a week, he could take off his white privilege, leave it at the door, and role-play to his heart's content that he was a slave to a Black woman. When it was over, he could go home and feel absolved of his white guilt and assured that he was free of all inklings of white supremacy and racist beliefs.In reality, he used Black women like life-like toys. He used the threat of giving them money to fuck with them. He would promise them large. I was on my knees in front of him I unbuttoned and removed his pants and pulled off his boxers, watching his cock spring out right in front of my face. I grabbed it again - God I loved watching my painted nails around his thick cock. Moving my lips up to the head and planted a gentle kiss, looking up at him submissively the whole time. I continued to kiss his cock up and down as I stared into his eyes. I wanted to give him a slow, sensual blowjob that he would never forget. I kissed my way down.