She tells the seller that I am a good kisser. Then the woman strokes my rod and I quickly pop. I felt embarrassed, but she says she likes a boy slave ...ho comes quickly. I feel confident. A woman who is an experienced slave owner is inspecting me and was pleased. I hope she buys me. The first time I became a slave, I was too quiet and shy. I learned from this are I am determine to be a good slave this time around. The seller orders me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. I do as ordered. The. Cute faces, gorgeous bodies, spectacular butts and keen minds. Sadly, their attitude stinks to high heaven. I don’t know who hates Black men more, racist White people or angry Black women. It’s too bad these Black women are like that because many of them are really hot. Unfortunately, they’re not like the young Black women I knew growing up. In the Republic of Haiti and in America, I ran into smart, ambitious and hard-working Black women who loved their men and stood up for their families and. I despaired of my Lucinda’s precious membrane of innocence being lost in one of those damp and dreary rooms with bars on the windows and stones so thick the sounds of a female’s sobs of indignation would be muffled in the outside hallway. The very thought of Lucinda in such a predicament was enough to instill in me the fortitude to brave the displeasure of our host and I knocked with determination on his double door leading into his chamber of unknown horrors feared by young girls even a full. You know that. See you when you get home!”“Thanks, Jen. I love you too!”I hung up and dialed the number for the house, and Elyse answered on the first ring.“Well?” she asked, breathlessly.“A girl!” I said, then gave her the details.She wanted to talk to Kara, so I put Kara on the phone and they had a quick chat. When I got the phone back, I asked Elyse to make up a guest room, and to please be home in the afternoon to meet Nancy.“Hang on a sec! I have a fidgety aunt who wants to hear the news!”.