If it went to my listed email, it got immediately deleted. I even put it in one of my stories, hoping they would get the hint, but obviously, their pe... brains never got the message; it was their wasted time, not mine.Are you going to do another one? I got as a private message from one of my followers.Another what? I replied.Interracial? the reply said.I sat back and looked at the story. I re-read it just to remember what I had written. I don't think I could go anywhere else with this, I. And not in the manner of a normal mother, oh, no! In the manner of a woman and a man. I wanted him to protect me as I cared for him, to warm my bed, to prove his love for me on my body. I lost count of how many times I had sobbed myself to sleep knowing the impossibility of my dreams, or tried to work it out of my system by masturbating and imagining I was with someone, anyone else. It never worked, though; my thoughts always returned to Brandon, muscles rippling powerfully as he vanquished. "So, Leah and I retired to this room and the girl just devoured me when we came in. She made me cum so hard and so many times I forgot all about wanting to be with Mary. Then Leah showed me a few tricks to make a woman beg for more with my tongue and fingers, as I returned the favor. After all those mind blowing orgasms, we cuddled and I got lost in her hazel eyes for awhile. They reminded me so much of my Jacob's eyes. I felt the same happy thrill staring into Leah's eyes I got from staring. There is a fundamental kind of justice in punishing the felon by making him labor for others, instead of others (taxpayers) being made to labor to support him (in prison). There is also a kind of rough justice in not letting the insolvent debtor off the hook through bankruptcy laws, but rather make her provide her labor or her sexual services to the public, if she has no other way to make her creditor whole." But Professor, why could we not refine our new law to insure that every enslavement.