It was common down in Maryland, but not here in New York.“Five years,” the auctioneer cried, “shoot, she can make a hundred a year on her back. ...hat’ll y’bid?”“A hundred Continental,” one man yelled. “Two hundred paper,” said another, and so it went in various currencies until I felt the slave I had bought pulling on my sleeve.“She’s a good girl, that ‘un,” the woman said. “I talked to her some las’ night.”The bid was at twelve hundred Continental so when I said, “Twenty, silver,” things got. .we both got wet ….oh she was wearing black color silk nighty…. i was able to see her body from wet nighty…….oh she was looking like sex goddess ……We come back into house Suddenly I asked her where is sis she said she went to a marriage of her friend and will be back in the morning and while she was saying that she was smiling….oh that’s good the devil started waking up in my mind. …round butts was looking like anything …aahhh I was in heaven by seeing her in wet nighty…everything was visible. ”mummi ne kaha “ha,bahot maza aata hai”.zaid ne pucha “kya mai aapke mummo ko chu sakta hu”mummi ne kaha haa lekin tume meri chudai samina ki chudai se bhi acchi karni hogi.woh ye sunkar meri tarah shock ho gaya.”:accha to aapko pata chal gaya”thi k hai mai aapko aur bhi jada maja dunga.woh mummi ko siduse karne laga.pehle woh mummi ke pith par hat firane laga aur fir use chtne laga.zaid ab mummi kebubbo ko blouse ke uparse dabane laga aur uaparsehi chtne laga. Mummi ke nippal ko uparse hi. It may be his message is more yours than mine. I do not know, but you might. He came to me first in a dream. Three men in their middle years, dressed in grey suits, tall, imposing, visited our small community. Strangers made welcome by everyone, old and young alike, who stayed longer than planned because they felt at home. In the dream I knew he was special. He stood taller than the others, his short brown hair fitted around his scalp. Fine, high cheekbones spoke of nobility, while his clear,.