I opened it to find my wife flashing her DD breasts. I was beyond turned on, almost breaking a sweat. I in turn returned the favor, by sending one of ...my semi flaccid cock..This activity went on for several weeks, resulting in what was a great kick start to intense sex we once had. Our late night conversations turned from work to fantasies, with me once again, begging to see her with another man (I swear I was a cuckold in my past life..LOL), a thought that once again, I felt would not. She wiggled, but she could wiggle more. I was being a selfish dick. I hurried up alongside her.“So what’s your name?” I asked her as we passed through to the B-Wing.“Curtis Martin Shannon.” She enunciated. Ooh, bringing out the middle name.“I’m going to call you Shannon.” I told her and she gave me the finger. Her nail polish was seafoam green, “So Shannon, why’d you come to this school?”“Because my mother wouldn’t let me sleep in til suppertime.”“Holy crap, Shannon! You two went all in on. “I told her she could only come in front of witnesses.” Witnesses. Plural. I didn’t ask, although I certainly suspected. “How badly do you need to-” “Bad!” I interrupted, already agreeing to the deal. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t eventually forgive her for. “Stay put,” was all she said, and I, like a good girl, stayed put as she picked up her phone and left the room. And now, I’m sitting here, naked, trembling and nervous and full of unfulfilled desire,. "Apparently I was not the only purchase for the Lacroix plantation thatday, for I saw a large wire enclosure with the name "Lacroix" painted onthe wooden sign hung crudely to its side. I thought to myself that itwould be best for me to not show an ability to read. In most slavestates, it was illegal to teach a slave to read and write. Inside the enclosure were two young male salves, each as dark as I nowwas. One was only two or three inches taller than me and slender, butthe other was perhaps a.