Rachel gasped at the sight of it but made no effort to pull away from this sick Black stranger, even when his dark hand slid down and began squeezing ...er smooth white asscheeks. The sight of his hand on her butt made me wild with jealousy but I fought to control my anger."This is the original set of stocks from Kingston Jamaica and I believe that my own great-great grandmother spent some time in them. Being whipped by her white master of course. And now it is your turn Rachel to feel their. Those great big beautiful green eyes. God, she’s beautiful. The eyes of the goddess. Green eyes, clear as day, staring up at me, in all their beautiful innocence. She was tough, she had to be the way she grew up. She could beat the crap out of anyone who crossed her, but in those eyes it was a different story. In those eyes she was a little girl, asking for help, needing it badly. I’d been thinking about those eyes for months, they were burned into my brain. But here I was, looking right into. They don't cuddle. They're not interested in a girl's day. They don't pet or stroke," she shivered as John ran a hand down a silken flank. "Little kisses never happen," John took the hint, she sighed. "This is wonderful." Well," said the Seven, "The mating habits of the Cassandrian female are certainly something to see."Sure enough, when John felt like he still had a handful of the Powers that Be ... he did. Even if nobody could see them. This private snuggle time was precious and the Powers. “Just a moment,” she said with a smile full of white teeth then pulled the blanket up over her head. She adjusted the baby so he could nurse comfortably. “Okay, I'm back,” she said with a playful smirk as she lowered the blanket. “I like to feel him on my skin when I nurse. It's supposed to increase the child-mother bond,” she continued.“I've heard that too,” I said, admiring the careful attention she was giving to her son's well being. She was clearly a first-class mother. “Can I get you.