"Good," she said. "You can go."He gestured at his forehead and turned on his heel. I stood and admired the woman seated before me, mid-twenties I gues...ed, well-built, short-hair and good jaw, long lashes and blue-gray eyes; a very interesting face, not beautiful perhaps, but interesting."What's your name?" she asked.I told her and then said, "And yours?" Simon," she said, "Susan Simon. My father was killed at White Plains, Second New York Volunteers. Two of my brothers have been captured; don't. I can't explain it, but I want to go back and feel that way again. I can't tell nobody, but I got off on bein' a nigger for the white man."Shanika felt a wetness between her legs. Nydia's story was getting her excited. She was surprised at herself, but then she remembered how she felt yesterday, presenting herself to Mr. Richards. That got her hot. And Debbie! That white bitch! But she liked the way it felt when Debbie's hand was between her legs, her finger probing her black pussy as she stood. “You go off to bed Beth, see you in the morning,” said Maggie.A little later, as David was making the first move up the stairs, Maggie called to him.“David.””Yes, mum.”“Don’t be alarmed, but tomorrow morning, stay in your own bed.”David gasped hard and immediately looked at Molly.“Molly, same for you.”“Yes, mum.”“Molly,” Maggie’s finger was motioning her towards her.“What time do you normally visit Beth in the morning?”Molly looked at her mom hard as a grin crossed her face. She bit her. ”Donald does as she says and is soon standing facing the wall and wondering. He thinks more about what he did to deserve this; but between his joy that Emma had returned and her seeming willingness to do this different thing with him, he feels himself starting to harden.Will this please or anger his mistress? Yes, from the moment those words escaped his lips, she becomes his mistress for him to serve; however, she deems. And his arousal grows as he appreciates that Emma does not do anything.