Not only was he going to be a slave, he was going to be a slave to actual descendants of slaves. He was going to be subjected to tortures and punishm...ents by individuals who had every right to seek sadistic and cruel revenge against white men who had historically done more evil than he had ever thought to imagine. The ever-popular adage, “My ancestors never owned any slaves,” didn’t seem like it would to matter very much to this team. The fact that he was white and had all the privileges that. " Bryan grabbed me, placed his fingers under my chin, raised my chin to his face and kissed me deeply again. His latex encased penis pressing and throbbing against my abdomen just below my breasts. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again. As wrong as it may sound to the reader, I was truly in love with my stepson at that moment. We broke off our kiss for a moment, and I glanced at our image in the mirror over he sink and vanity. I was taken by. Todd was sitting between my wife and her sister, but I could see them all clearly. My sister-in-law and her boyfriends naked, tanned bodies contrasted by my wifes pale, freckled skin. Occasionally one of the two sisters would whisper something, and then either my wife or her sister would reach over quickly and give Todds cock a squeeze while the other would talk to Todd to distract him. This caused him to jump each time, and the girls thought it was good fun. All of them would laugh and grin. Wekissed. When I pulled away, I reached down and grabbed the wash cloth andsoap. I began to scrub Uncle Gary's body. I washed him the way he hadwashed me over 10 years ago. When the water rinsed off the soap and thegrime of sweat and semen from his body, Uncle Gary pulled me in against hisbody again. I rested my head against his chest, our cocks held apart by thebarrier of his stomach, though they were pointed at each other, minestraight and ramrod bouncing lightly, his curved slightly upward.