The speaker before me had gone on at great length about all the legislation that had been passed to implement the concept. Slave owners today had acce...ted that they were responsible for life long medical care for the slave and to provide for his or her retirement years. Those owners who tried to duck such responsibilities were subject to criminal prosecution. While the slave herself, of course, had no legal standing to bring a legal action to secure these benefits, there were slave advocacy. I asked Ronald if he wanted to go that far and finish what we had started, he said he would. I took his hand, grabbed the video, telling him we would be more comfortable upstairs in my room. Once up there I put the movie back on and climbed on the bed. Ronald climbed on the bed but seemed at a loss since I had interrupted him by moving him upstairs. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, he nodded so I took him in my arms and kissed him long and hard this. I slowly stood and turned, mesmerized by my appearance. I was not even close to beautiful, but I was stunning. The long bangs of the wig came almost over my eyes, covering my now penciled-in eyebrows, and gave my face a seductive feminine mystique. More than a hint of cleavage showed from the neckline of the fitted cashmere sweater. My wide shoulders were set off by my posture and corseted waist. The sweater and long skirt hid my masculine form, and hinted of a strong, sensual woman. Far. Chelsea picked up the wine bottle and topped up their glasses. "Well, if you need any moral support, I know Kendra and I haven't exactly been helpful. But we're here if you need us." What are you talking about?" Kendra asked."Thanks," said Elaine, glancing at Kendra. "I think I'll be fine."To Kendra, Chelsea said, "I just mean if she's being... manipulated. It's okay to realise you've been wrong about someone. That's all." Oh. Shit, yeah," said Kendra. "That happens all the time. There was this.