‘Well that just leaves the question of whether I have your permission to date Julie.’ Robbie said. ‘Why don’t you wait until I’ve had a chan...ce to talk to her Robbie? I’ll know better then if I’m comfortable with her being with you … or anyone for that matter. Do you agree John?’ Her husband nodded his head. Robbie stood to leave. ‘Thank you for seeing me tonight. I’m very sorry if I’ve caused you pain and I can only promise you that I want what’s best for Julie too. I’ll respect whatever. If she is, kiss your future children goodbye.Then there's my elder brother, Samuel. He's tall, like me, but that's where our similarities end. Samuel always loved adventure, and is rarely ever home as a result. He is a muscular man with short, black hair and blue eyes.What? Were you waiting for more of a physical description? I'm not into men, and I hardly ever see him. That's the most you're getting from me.Anyways, he is also a bit of a heartbreaker, whisking women and men into his arms one. How could such a person love a slave, he asked himself. He had wrestled with the question alone -- whom could he talk with about such a thing?Many times in those months after he had returned to the Fourth he had gone into Charleston with other young officers to find release from the questions among the ladies at fashionable (and, sometimes, unfashionable) brothels. He had put his cock into the cunts and asses and mouths of women white and black and every shade in between. Many of them were. Sandra had her breakfast and set to work. The house was very clean anyway did she dusted and washed where necessary. In Paul’s study she looked out of the window and saw Tyson running around the yard. She felt her pussy twitch as she remembered last night and how good he felt mounted over her doing what came naturally. She sighed as she remembered how big he was. She had been ruined for any man who tried to better Tyson. She smiled. Maybe being a bitch was her reward. She certainly hoped that.