Seven gardens planted in a single night. Seven stone baths holding lavishly-seeded wives. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinn...mon, long dark hair resting at the swell of her back, with the radiance and beauty of a young mother. I tend to her, lovingly relieving her breasts in a tub of amethyst. He fills her frequently with fervor and delight, maintaining her heaving breasts.Her flower and sweet streams of milk generate a powerful erection in our Master. He spreads me open. Another mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy of my newly arousing wife. A rather humiliating scenario, granted, but amazing how she seemed to know how to push my buttons. But what about her? How come she wasn’t demanding her own orgasms? Then I heard it. A gentle thrum, almost inaudible, coming from her room. Oh Jeez – of course, she doesn’t need me, she’s using a vibrator! (I suppose I should be thankful!).Next day, I got an early call from Jennifer. Her mother was coming for a coffee, and I was. She was pleased by this but at the same time very nervous about the prospect of an interview against other candidates with more recent work experience. I told her not to worry about that as I would coach her so that she was fully informed and up to speed with what was going on in the department. I made it clear that I could not guarantee her the job but said that unless she really messed up the interview, then with my help she might have a better chance than most.After getting out of the tub, I. Howard on his ship.”“Do you know that women there” he said pointing to Brianna.“Yes, she’s Mr. Howard’s indentured servant.”“How do you know that?”“She told me. She said that she was purchased from a gentlemen named Mr. Steven Bonnet for 6 pounds. She said that was all she was worth.”“Thank you Mr. Evert.” Pointing at Brianna he said, “Is what Mr. Evert said true?”Brianna felt all eyes on her. Massa said to tell the truth. She had to tell the truth. She didn’t want to be bred by the niggers..