”I stroked a finger across her breast. “In here?”She shook her head. “Not there.” She opened her thighs and touched her pussy with a little ...hiver. “Down here.” She seemed like she wanted to say something else, so I gave her a few moments. “That’s where I want you to come.”Oh, Christ! That was where I wanted to come, too, but we were on different wavelengths. She just wanted me to jizz on her mound, and I was more than happy to oblige, if only to get another look at her sweet, hairless slit,. .3 days later, after a teary goodbye with her parents in law, Anu boarded the designated flight to America, she has but a small cloth bag with her, in it she packed the only spare sari she has, and today she wears a see green sari, with a creamy white blouse, her hair well oiled and arranged into a thick shiny silken smooth ponytail behind her head. Her bindi red, and her mangal sutra and maang displayed proudly to show her devotion to her husband and her chastity. It is the first time Anu ever. And I resolved that I would never be held in thrall by a man's lust.But when I saw the shepherd for the first time, my resolve began to crumble. I felt his life-force, and I yearned to possess it. How well I remember that day! He was tall, muscled like a god himself. His hair fell to his shoulders in a wave of dark curls. His beard was short, and did not hide the fullest lips I had ever seen. His eyes were brown and heavy-lidded, like a satyr's, but where a satyr's eyes show only lust, his. Hathaway High, which was a segregated school for black students only, for freeborn kids mostly, or those few slaves who wanted to go to school like I did and had a Master or Mistress willing to send them.School was mandatory for blacks until they were twelve years old, or graduated sixth grade, whichever came first, after that the number of students went down and down every year. Once a slave knows how to read, write, and add past his fingers, there isn't a whole lot left to know. Freeborn kids.