When we got up and went down tobreakfast, it was evident from Leslie and Kate that Leslie haddecided to stay and Kate had agreed. I looked at the thr...ee womenaround the table. I had had them all over the last twelve hours, inthree incredible sex acts. It was dangerous, but I knew I wanted it,even if we were courting disaster.That day was saturday and Leslie went out for part of the day. Janewas perfectly friendly, and seemed less worried about having Lesliearound. She seemed to stay with me. She then leads me around the side of the building and knocks on an unmarked door. Another totally naked black woman opens door and invites us in. She has a collar around her neck that says 'Overseer Bitch'."Welcome to the Ebony Club, where African women come to re-live their slave heritage," she says as she opens the door for us. "Well, what do we have here? Slave Henrietta has brought us a surprise. What a lovely piece of chocolate. Hell, she looks good enough to eat. She'll look just great at. It still hurts.“Do you ever wonder about what could have been, if we’d stayed together? If it hadn’t been for ’that’ night?”Ah yes that night, it’s still vivid after all this time, my mind wanders back……………..It was a hazy, late Autumn Sunday, for once the rain had held off and the whole village seemed to be converged in The Poacher’s. Joy had organised a charity fund raising event for The Elms, a local animal sanctuary, she had done lots of voluntary work for them over the last two years.. Filled with nervous anticipation, I stood trying to picture tonight's scene, my tummy did a quick series of flip-flops. It was here, in this very room, that my fantasies visited so many times, and the thought of its impending reality was making me feel just a little bit giddy.Satisfied that everything was ready, I was left with two whole hours to pamper myself in readiness. I drew myself a bath and tried to relax in the warm scented bubbles. My mind was working overtime while my stomach.