She had to admit she was excited, if a little scared.WaitThat night, in the cramped one room apartment that was all they could afford, Marcia did some...research into the slave trading program while waiting for her boyfriend to come home.Her first task was to find out exactly what neutering meant for a female slave in the Black World Order. Castration was easy for males; they always had it easy, which further convinced Marcia of the correctness of affirmative action. Neutering for females. As more time passed I noticed that we were getting further and further away from the cities and was getting curious as to where we were going.My curiosity didn’t last as my focus changed immediately from our possible destination to my suddenly rumbling stomach. Again and again it rumbled although I had no idea why. Just as suddenly my stomach cramped and I felt my bowels shift trying to push the contents out. I squealed and clenched as hard as I could growing more and more frantic. I told Henry. Each time I got close her hips rose, each time I pulled away, she gave a little puff of frustration. I did similar with the bum, so pert, firm but soft. I did lean over and blow a few times as I parted her cheeks. As I progressed, her breathing got harder and harder, more ragged with each passing second.Moving up, with my knees outside her legs, I tucked myself between her thighs, causing her to moan. I massaged lotion into her back and sides, working higher, touching harder and softer,. "I don't understand Arnold"Again he smiled,"It's a cottage on the south coast, I bought it to live in last year, but I've never even spent one night in it, I'd like you to have it, it's got a huge rear garden, ideal for a budding market gardener and it overlooks the sea at the front"Another pause for breath, he really was struggling,"You may have noticed they are the deeds to it, made out in two names, yours Polly and yours Thomas, all legally signed and witnessed, etc, etc, it's yours with no.