His hand was slightly colder than mine but my skin quickly adjusted to the change. His fingers just as I had pictured them through the long week. The ...eased my lips gently before his fingers brushed against my clit sending a moan from my lips, I knew what that moan would do to him and really so did he. He spun me around and laid his lips on my neck, his hand still intact with my slit, he was playing in my wetness and with the look written on his face he loved watching me trash and wigging at. 'You are my property', I spoke, 'Yes Ma-am', came his curt reply.Once I had settled-in and got to know some of the plantation wives, I learnt having a black lover was acceptable, but you must be discrete, and under no circumstances become pregnant, the consequences of such a thing resulted in death, usually in crude abortions and the black lovers castration and brutal killing.So when they are chosen, they are afraid, they are fertile b**sts, and the women cruel with their power, ride them hard,. Violet, who I assumed was another mistress. There weretwo other sissies there holding hands and standing in front of one of thebathtubs which was filled with steaming water and bubbles. There was aflowery scent in the room. The other sissies were dressed the same asLaura and me and from the looks of them, they had had the same kind of funlast night as we had. Ms. Violet told us to stand in front of the middletub and wait. I felt Laura squeeze my hand and I smiled at her.A couple of minutes. Mmmmm It makes me feel all fuzzy inside."I crawled into bed with my little girl, cuddling up behind her, spooning her. I fell asleep smelling her sweet scented hair. I fell asleep with her small buttcheeks pressed against my cock, her butt pushing back into me getting nice and comfy. We fell asleep for the first time as lovers, father and daughter.When I woke up, Heather was getting ready for school. I could see into the bathroom where she was putting her long dark hair into ponytails. Her.