I'm tempted to go out to the garage and suck his big cock myself. Or, get him to fuck my ass like he did the other night." We can do better than that,... Henrietta says. "Have you ever fantasized what it was like for our ancestors to be black bitches during the slavery days? Well, I know of a place that will allow us to live out that fantasy. It's a private theme club for re-living the days of antebellum slavery. All black women, no matter what their ages, entering the club must voluntarily agree. One day as I came back from the office I was greeted my MIL watering the plants which shook me to the core the heart. ‘What the hell your mother is doing here’ I asked my wife who said that she had come here till the day I deliver the baby and to take care of me for another month or so. I was moved by this act of mother and daughter. I started thinking of the ideas as to how to teach lesson to MIL and that too a nice one. One Sunday I was sitting in the living room having tea, when MIL went. As we drove back at Stacy and Tom’s house, Tom and I talked about sports mostly, but our minds were on the girls in the back seats. We could hear them whispering but couldn’t tell what they were saying. I kept glancing back in the rearview mirror to see if I could see what they were doing, but it was too dark. We all walked in the house and Tom told us that he would be right back after taking the babysitter home. Stacy excused herself to go check on the baby. Taylor came over to me and started. He told her, ‘What you did for me was simply amazing. I can’t explain it any other way. I don’t know what I would do without you, you’ve always been there for me. You’re a precious gift from God, you really are. My heart aches for anyone like me that doesn’t have someone like you. Thank you.’ He squeezed her even tighter, lightly kissing her forehead. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered, reemphasizing his heartfelt gratitude. Her face lit up, ‘There’s no need to thank me, baby. There will always be.