He tossed me my jeans. I struggled back into them.“I’ll give you a ride back to the arcade,” was all he said.I guess on the ride back we must ha...ve said something, but nothing that stuck in my mind. He dropped me off and wished me well or something like that. I caught the bus home and most of that night lay awake wondering what had happened.The second big change came a couple months after that. I was sick and tired of working in the dry cleaners and the way my life was going, or more accurately,. It doesn’t say anything about Black people owning white slaves. No Black person owned a white slave then. And if you think about it, how could white people properly pay reparations to Black people if Black people couldn’t own white slaves? Isn’t it only fair that since white people owned Black people for centuries, that now Black people can legally own white sluts like us who want to pay reparations?”Marci felt so dumb. She obviously didn’t understand the 13th amendment. And what Corecia said. Maybe he was just hallucinating. ‘Adam, what the hell? Are you alright?’ Zeke sounded worried as he grabbed hold of Adam’s shoulders and turned him around so he could look at him. ‘Yea… I just thought… I recognized this place..’ Adam’s voice sounded far away, even to himself and he wondered if he was having some kind of relapsed trauma. Zeke didn’t say anything for a while, only stared at him. ‘C’mon, let’s get you sitting down,’ Zeke said as he steered him towards the door and back out into. “Ooh, fuck,” I said as she engulfed my entire penis and she moaned lightly. Her firm, plump ass pressed into my hips. I awkwardly tried to get a forkful of eggs with my view mostly blocked by her wonderful body, and finally managed to do so by stretching to look over her shoulder. But my efforts were rendered useless when she tightened her pussy around my aching hard-on, causing me to moan and drop the fork back onto the plate. She didn’t say a word; she just kept squeezing my dick with her.