.. I don't know why or how, but he knew, he knew that I was a sissy from the moment he laid eyes on me. As we rode into the park, he asked me all the ...usual questions about where I was from and so forth... I was surprised to notice a few sexy wrinkles on his smooth, shiney black face which told me he was definitely in his late 30's to 50's, me being 18 at the time, 30's and up sounded and seemed to be old, but old on a tall, black man wearing a police uniform who smelled a bit sweet and musky. “Fortunata and Alexa, will you keep me company tonight?” I asked. It wasn’t really a question. Later, as I ate, served by attentive young Lyra, Priapa approached.“May I speak?” she said, looking at the floor.“Speak, here, sit.” She sat beside me and I gave her some bread and cheese, my tastes were simple, as were most slaves. Some, when they became free, had given themselves over to trying larks tongues, or bull’s balls. Several had spent a couple of days with bad digestion afterwards. We are. She gave a breathy little gasp and an open-mouthed smile as she held up a tiny little wrapped chocolate mint between the tips of her glossy red-painted fingernails. The special mint that would turn his semen into a counteragent for the enzymes in each of the girls' stomachs, which gave them debilitating cramps and nausea if they didn't have at least one dose of it daily.I'm a slave for you,I won't deny it,I'm not tryin' to hide it"D'ya wanna, baby? We can make it a real party," she whispered,. Kaycee was a good ten or fifteen years older than me. She had a daughter in high school, but the way she strutted her stuff I sure didn’t care, nor did it matter. She always wore these high heels and tight jeans. And her blouse’s neck line always dipped down to levels that showed a deep line between her ample breasts. She had long straight blonde hair that swayed as she walked and those long legs flowed up to a beautiful round ass.She was curvy, not a stick with disproportionate features, but a.