I was at the complete mercy of whatever came next. I was blindfolded, and then I heard the doors open and footsteps. It sounded as though a group of m...ybe twenty people entered the room. I sensed people surrounding me beyond the darkness of the blindfold. With relief, I felt the first hands on my ankles. The hands were warm and slippery with some kind of oil. Then more hands on my calves, thighs, buttocks, stomach, arms, all warm and soft with oil. My nipples got hard and my pussy started to. “And why don’t you?”“I have taken it under advisement, sir.” I groaned in exasperation and she added, “Dinner will be ready. Follow me, sir.”As I walked behind her she walked rather more swayingly than need be, and when we reached the end of the hall I saw her smiling openly as she watched me in the mirror I hadn’t noticed before as I was staring down instead of at her head. I blushed and she grinned, then she turned her head to say, “It’s really a rather dull carpet, sir; may I ask why sir. And then that punched in the gut feeling kicked in. She was in love with that other guy. He drew in a sharp breath at the physical pain it caused him, reliving that scene where she looked up into the other guys eyes, how could she love someone who left her after a date to go home with another woman? Was she just after revenge last night, a little payback for the boyfriend, a little jealousy? ‘So that guy huh,’ he grunted, trying to avoid pushing his skin against the knife ‘he’s like your. In 1804, black men and black women in Haiti rose up against the racist men and racist women who owned them, drove them out of the island and formed their own nation. The first independent black republic in the modern world. I wish we’d done more since those glory days of the Haitian ancestors. In the early days of the Republic of Haiti, black men and black women were trying to be the very best they could be. We were united. We were strong together. The black women of that day weren’t sitting.