Before he left his father made it clear that he thought Dillon was being foolish. ‘You’ve always said that slavery was morally wrong and a financi...lly inefficient way to farm. How can you go fight for something you think is wrong?’ Samuel asked. ‘I did say those things and I still believe them. You’ll notice that I hired immigrants, mostly Irish, to work the place that Grandpa left me. It costs less than running slaves and it also lets me sleep at night,’ Dillon said. ‘Why would you fight to. “His seed purer.” “His seed purer.” the white women said “That you will NEVER say no to the black man!” “That I will NEVER say no to the black man!” she said, eagerly, hearing the other women do the same. “That you will give yourself, body and soul, to the black man.” “That I will give myself, body and soul, to the black man.” she said, feeling the long, thick black monster pulse and throb in her hand. “Until the day you die,” “Until the day I die,” they said. “You renounce any. Polick seemed a bit disappointed but he didn’t put up much of a fight. We took our last shot of tequila and made our way outside. Polick said good bye to the guy he had been making out with all night as I was waving down a taxi. When we all got in the taxi Lisa tells her son “where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re not staying with me tonight” Polick replied “oh com’on ma, I really don’t wanna go back on base. I’ll stay in the bathroom. You won’t even know I’m there”. Lisa thought for. His hands made their way down to her soft breasts as he towered over her, pressing her every curve into the wall as his rising chest leaned into her, taking her lips with his again. Safe, secure, wanted, and needed is how she felt, pinned between her Dom and his corridor wall. He always said her body couldn't lie to him. He knew what her body was saying- what her body was begging for. Him. Just him. He loved it. It drove him wild inside just as it did her.Never had such strong, firm hands felt.