One evening I admitted to Chloe that I wasn’t sleeping well.“I know, James,” she replied. “I hear you walking the floor in the early hours and...sometimes you talk in your sleep. Lack of sleep isn’t helping you.”That evening she made me a cup of milky cocoa when we finished my lesson. I slept slightly better that night and the cup of cocoa became a nightly ritual even when I didn’t have a lesson. After a few nights of cocoa Chloe kissed me on my cheek. I barely responded but that night Chloe. The trouble is, of course, that they were part of a religious tradition that attempted to fix things peacefully. As near as I could tell, nonviolence had only limited success. Gains for civil rights in the much maligned Reconstruction era, as temporary as they were, were more pronounced when done at the point of a bayonet.“White Christianity glorifies violence, by contrast to black Christianity. The latter tries to deal in good faith, to be good citizens, good Americans, good neighbors. White. For now I continue to hold her ass, finger her rectum, and enjoy the taste and smell of her breasts as she meekly stands in front of me, and she has her first real experience of her new life to be, as my property. I spend 5 minutes enjoying this embrace, and then I take my finger out of her ass, and my face out of her tits, and stand up and walk her to the table.The paddle is waiting.It is only three steps from her bed to the table, not exactly a long journey. But her legs seem to be failing. They fucked the whole time. Cassie was not quiet at all as she liked to moan and scream especially when she came. Today was different from the others because they needed ice for their champagne. Cassie, the good wife she was, saw her husband was tired and offered to get the ice from down the hall. She looked at her husband, who had handsome dark brown eyes and slicked back hair. Her eyes wandered down his chiseled chest and to his 6 pack abs. She noticed that his man hood was still hard and.