Her pretty black body writhing under his ugly white form. She unable to fight off the brute as he forced his dirty cock in her innocent pussy, defili...g her against her will. What kind of a****ls did these things? These white slave masters and plantation owners. They'd tied Kunta to a pole and whipped him while everyone watched. The mistress of the manner watched too, and the master's daughters and sons. The overseer whipped him until Kunta forgot his name. Or so they thought, but Kunta. If only I could recall, then perhaps I’d have some reasoning behind this unquenchable desire. I then turn my thoughts to this evening. There is anunmistakable quiver of excitement deep in the pit of my stomach as the reality of what today’s commitment may possibly bring floods over me. My god, what I would give to have him here right now. In fact, as my finger works feverishly, bringing me closer, I am so turned on at this moment that I’d happily accept any cock. I close my eyes, sensing. There was no worry over his already having other concubines because he had already broached that with each of them, but sharing him with another wife, especially so close a relative, could prove to be a difficulty. The other problem would be when he made it clear that their guest privileges, such as dressing in the western fashion, would end the moment the marriage took place. It would clearly have to be a simultaneous marriage to both of them; once he was married to one of them, the other. ....”She held out her hand (and and of course I took it). She pulled me from the sofa and across the lounge, her heels click clack, click clack, mesmerising me as she went. Up the stairs to her bedroom. “Sit Down darling” I sat on the bed and she closed the door.At this point I wasn’t sure what was happening to me but something in the back of my mind said Aunty will take care of you and I trusted that.“So sweetie, you know why you’re here now don’t you?”“No Aunty”“Oh don’t be so coy darling.