“Yes, Master,” Becky looked apologetic towards RJ as she moved towards him and got on her knees in the living room.“You got this white bitch cal...ing you Massuh like you king of the fucking plantation?” RJ asked. He put his hands behind his head and let Becky do all the work.Stacy seemed surprised but quickly moved to the white guy in RJ’s crew that hadn’t said a word since he arrived. She got down on her knees and took his cock out. She told him it was huge, but it was tiny. Nigel looked. The accounts department were a little reluctant at first; that is until they realised who it was that was resigning.I think nearly the whole of the staff either helped me carry my gear down to the hire car or came out to wave me goodbye. I'd left my company car safely locked in the garage back at the house. I wanted to make sure I got everything I was owed, before I'd let them have that back.That was that really. I lived in the Novatel for a week or so, before I found a flat I liked. The house. He loved to see them cower and obey him.He knew how this turned on most white females, how wet it made them andhow it made them crave his big hard Black cock. These thoughts made itso every part of him was determined to dominate, subjugate and sissifyas many white males as possible."So you're my newest little sissy girl are you?"Pauline did not know what to do or how to act, he had never considered aman might be involved in his training especially a Black man. It hadbeen purely sexual. "Karen, you never told me you'd been in reform school." No, Reggie, but I was going to as soon as I got the nerve." I looked at my plate. "I'm just not proud of it. That's all."He leaned toward me, took my nearest hand, and squeezed it. "I understand," he said. "We've all done things we weren't proud of."I looked back at him. My cheeks were wet. "Thank you, Reggie." I wiped my eyes with a corner of my cloth napkin."At this point," Mrs. Weinstein put in, "I'm supposed to wag my finger at my son.