Some over looking the mainstage, some with two way mirrors, some just with glass.interracial porn playing on screens in the private rooms. Some with ...ameras hooked up to other rooms for voyeuristic action. It was a jungle fever level of Dante’s sexual Inferno. And then he finally posted the rules.1. Only black men permitted2. No minors.3. No weapons allowed on premises4. No recording equipment allowed on premises5 . No birth control devices allowed on premisesIt worked.Now every night there. The offspring would be assessed for certain strengths and the rest culled and sold. At least he didn't kill his own children. I didn't think I could even hold myself back then.These women here would provide a source of power and a chance to get pregnant again. Only two of the youngest had not caught yet.I felt extremely sorry for what had happened to these women and I was not sure how much I could help them with all of the scarring in their minds. The link in the grid though would allow them to. I got to dance with a few of the wives and chatted to a lot of the men. After a while I needed to go to the bathroom and before coming back down, I had a look in on Carrie. She was still fast asleep but her coat was on the floor. As I bent to pick it up I couldn't help but see up her skirt and the sight of her golden patch of pubic hair caught my eye. I should have seen black knickers. "Where could they have gone?" I thought perhaps she had left them in the bathroom. I covered her once more. I waited long minutes, shuffling from foot to foot alone in the bathroom until she answered. Get in bed. Pretend to sleep. Don't fuck him. Stay awake. Text me when you're sure he's asleep. I actually nodded at the phone, confirming that I understood, before texting okay back to her. Have your headphones handy. Sleep shirt only. No panties. My pussy juiced and groaned. I nodded again, then rushed to the bedroom, grabbed my headphones, checked to make sure my phone was silenced and left them both.