I wasn't a very worldly young woman. I possessed only vague ideas about went on between a man and a woman other than intercourse. The scene I just wit...essed in our living room disturbed me as well as … what?I didn't understand the feelings running through me.I tiptoed into my bath at the head of the stairs, carefully latching the door behind me, and sat on the toilet to collect my thoughts. After a minute, I shivered and then felt flushed again.I decided to run a bath, to have a plausible. ‘This is NOT how I like my coffee and you know it, Woman!’ Benita said, punctuating the last word as she stared at Stacey in a stern manner. Between Stacey and Benita, they both knew that when Benita addressed Stacey as ‘Woman’ she was really addressing Stacey as ‘slave.’ This gave Stacey a shiver down her spin each time she heard Benita say the word and Benita got a jolt of excitement each time she said it. Benita didn’t have a problem with addressing Stacey as ‘slave’ she just liked the. At 10:28 a tall, well built good looking black guy walked into the coffee shop. Both Dan and Jane breathed deeply and were very excited, but of course neither of them knew how the other was feeling. Mark approached Dan first, “Cuck, get me a latte!” He then sat opposite Jane. Dan scuttled off to get the coffee, as he was ordering and waiting for it, he was watching Mark and Jane. It was incredible, she was staring into his eyes, giggling, bitting her lip and playing with her hair, it was like. By what right? Under which pretense did I suppose that I could do what I was doing? By what right did I lay my hands upon her body? How could I claim that which was already earned? I stared down onto the floor bed and marveled. She lay there curled and softly snoring, the curvature of her hips proudly on display. Hips that extended into a perfect set of endless legs with near flawless light skin. My eyes traveled the length of her, and once again stopped on her petite set of feet. There they.