I definitely don’t plan on adjusting our plans for him or even considering it until I know that he’s safely out of Great Britain. No sane fellow w...ould stay in that country right now, except maybe in Scotland, and even that is not quite clear,” I fretted a bit over Trevor’s uncertain fate.In fact, not more than three minutes after Trevor called from that burner phone, there was another call from that same number. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, chilling, and definitely feminine. I. "One." She walks up the gang plank, "Too much fear that your relations owned mine." She smiles but it's a mean sort of look. "Come on Massa; yo lil Kizzy make you feel real good."I grab her arm and yank her back. "That is not a game I play, Barb. Ever." I don't know why that got me so angry so fast but I try to reign it in. "You ain't got ta worry 'bout that ownership thing with me; we ain't own no slaves. Not e'vy white guy wanna play plantation. An', Hell, even Alex ain't ma slave." I think. If strictly a bodily sensation, physically, he would have climaxed uncontrollably and crashed down from his high ages ago. This was different, something that had to be luxuriated and bathed in. It was a tantric state in which he relished every second being in awash in rapture and gladness just embracing every essence of this incredible presence. His awareness was that only of hedonistic trance bestowed upon him by Verna. Verna was a drug with overwhelming intoxication, seducing, consuming,. And wish we had been together to wash each other. Trust me, I was imagining those were YOUR fingers washing me in the tub! “Thank you for the picture of you in your boxers. I always appreciate seeing the sweet bulge that has inspired so many feverish dreams in me, in the short time I've known you, that I finally got to touch this week, but STILL have yet to see unwrapped, have yet to taste, have yet to ride…. But even so, your bulge is such a treat, and your picture will inspire me to think -.