.At the motel, I was still petrified by what happened, Carmen explained to me that the DAALS was a group of black woman who were taking white slave. I... was shocked and told her it was illegal. We should report them. Carmen smiled a bit and said we could not. DAALS was a big part of Jamaica now and all the white people loved to be slave. It was a consensual thing. She even told me licking ass was just normal, nothing extreme and white slave had to do it to thanks properly her black owners. She. He looked at her, a questioning look on his face. "A call to my husband: I like to reassure him that I am safe. You go on,pleasure me." And she started dialling, smiling at him. He smiled broadly, and kept stimulating her with his fingers, his erect penisbrushing against her thigh. She smiled and talked into the handset. "Honey? It's me. Yes. I am fine…. Terribly hot over here. And humid…..I had my first meeting, I felt sleepy. Thanks God I can rest now." She lookedat Robert, and opened her. She seemed to be overly worried about I what would think. When she finally agreed to a meeting I was overjoyed. And when that meeting finally took place, she never needed to worry. She had aged with a grace and beauty that just added dimensions to the vivid memories of a girl with dark hair and blue eyes, who played tennis and moved with an easy athletic grace that I always envied. She was still classically beautiful, but now with a mature and knowing look that just melted me. Those eyes, how. Bailey=================================The House - Part 34 days in December, Chapter 1Day 1, December the 15th, 17:00 hoursHe had been driving for hours and was tired. Tired of the world, tired of himself, tired of being let down by other people. He was worn out due to the fact that Claire had left him just a week before they were to leave on this trip. Which again was the cause for his driving all this way alone. When he started his trip the weather was quite fair but as he got further up.