Helen was fourteen and Richard was eleven. Horace did own three black house slave girls and they were his sex toys, as he no longer had much desire fo... his wife's body. Ellen did not have to do any cooking or cleaning. The slaves did all of that. She just relaxed and did needle point and other things to keep her amused. The house girls were all between sixteen and eighteen with great bodies. When one of them would get any older or get pregnant, Horace would sell her and buy another pretty. Just relax, don't get upset. I know about your secret fantasies." She says and looks deep into my eyes."What secret fantasies?" I ask nervously."Jack baby, I was on your computer... I was not snooping. I just borrowed it, because mine got infected with a virus. I saw the links, you love looking at cuckold videos. You have a cuckold fetish." She said to me."No, baby, that's just porn, its just for release. It doesn't mean I really want that!" I tried to explain.She looked away, "I was so. Finally, after a number of years of nothing but fantasizing about it, I was actually playing the rusty trombone! I must have apparently been doing a terrific job of it as A managed to reach behind and pull my head tighter into the cleft of his ass and far deeper into his asshole, clearly enjoying my tongue and hand action. I obliged with more tongue and more stroking. That musty smell filling my nostrils and making me hornier than I thought possible.I felt a tap on my back so I looked up to see. He would have spit upon their feet but that would have been putting forth too much effort. His interest was now solely upon the girl that was upon the block before these fools, her chest heaving in exertion as she finished her dance and took her place back upon the block. As her eyes spit venom at those that watched, he read in her the natural instincts of a slave girl and knew, in that moment, that she was to be his. As she stood before the crowd, Kolchoi could see her fear … both that of the.