In America, Black folks have always been a do-it-yourself bunch. We have over one hundred historically Black colleges and universities. We have the Co...gressional Black Caucus. We have the Miss Black America Pageant. We have a Black man serving as Governor in the state of Massachusetts and another one is Governor in the state of New York. Black men and Black women have accomplished great things in America. Black Canadians are submissive, docile and quite simply downright imbecilic. Black. Orderly! Are you thirsty?" A little, but -"She handed me a cup of water. "Here."I drank. I heard her say, "Sweet dreams, panty thief," before Iblacked out.~ ~ ~When I woke up, I was lying on a cot in a windowless room withconcrete-block walls painted pink. I was still handcuffed. My headfelt foggy.My male clothes were gone. I was wearing a bra with breast forms and aslip. My waist was crushed by something way too tight. I reached downand found I was wearing some sort of waist cincher and white. Seeing her capitulating to him, made him come sooner than intended and he grunted as his cum shot up her arse hole. He pulled his cock out and slapped her naked trembling arse hard, leaving a red handprint. ‘Your arse hole is getting so loose, I may go back to fucking your hairy cunt.’ She lay bent over the table sobbing broken heartedly, as Charlie left the kitchen and drove off. That was how John found her, he had thought that Jane was on another food run, and had come down to the kitchen to. What a creep!The creak of the old tap, the splatter of water, the rattle of the kettle and the clicking of mugs. Bang on the stove, clunk on the counter, slam goes the cabinet door. A nice long medley of safe unsexy sounds. I was fast back in control, returned to the status quo. I had Anne placed back in the proper compartment.The kettle gave a scraggly old whistle, and nearly immediately Anne was back in the room. She was carrying the cat, not cups."Look who I found." Anne's smile was broad.