He had a plantation in Virginia and caught a worker r****g a young slave girl. This had become very common in the area so he wanted to made an example...of the r****t. Great Grand Paw had the guilty party taken to the hog pens. The r****t was tied to the top rail of the pen by his arms being lashed to the rail. He cut the crotch of the man's britches off. Then he had honey spread over the man's genitals. The workers and slaves were made to watch. A couple of hogs were let in the pen. Hogs really. He saw himself bonded with these men, freed from his subservience to the women who had always dominated his life, women who he could never satisfy. In the actions of the man on the screen, he saw himself acting out his fantasy. He saw himself showing the Bitch his power. As the man's cock battered Bobbie's face and covered it with the remains of his cum, the President, imagined himself in that man's place and stroked his cock one last time to produce a thin stream of cum which shot half way to. I’m yours to use.” Mya’s subtle declaration was like music to my ears as my strokes suddenly ceased and I felt my balls tighten violently. I gritted my teeth and tore at her hair as my pulsing cock began to erupt inside her, filling her well-fucked hole with shot after shot of searing hot cum. Mya moaned, feeling her insides warmed by the fluid from my spurting dick. As my climax subsided, I kept my shaft buried inside her, sliding it back and forth, now lubricated by my own juices as it. A few seconds later, an old episode of Friends appearedon the screen, with two of the women arguing. "So if I watch this, Icould turn into Monica?"I nodded. "I guess so." Cool," said Katie. "She's hot." She plopped down cross-legged in frontof the screen. "Wow, great picture." How do you know you won't turn into Joey?" I asked.She tapped the front of the TV. "You think that's possible?"I shrugged, felling my boobs rise and fall as I did. I dropped onto theend of the bed, my thighs pressed.