A small flicker of light in her eyes as she leaned closer to the bed looking at me. Like a tiny little flame, a small bluish light inside her pupils. ...Half panicked myself now, I imagined snuffing it out, and just like that…it went away. ‘Can you hear me now Gayleen?’ I asked, thinking the question to myself, though she just smiled at me, stroking my forehead. ‘Would you like to fuck? Right here in the bed? Right now?’ I thought again, but she just continued to stand there smiling her fingers. PftIt was a fluff. A real airy one. Not much to write home about and I soon settled back in waiting for Mark to text back. He was a bit slow tonight, so I decided to try again with my cabbie. I opened my mouth ready to ask him if he had a nice day yesterday when the smell hit me. Oof, that was silent but very very deadly. I decided to keep my mouth shut.ThrubblaaaaartThat one took me by surprise and it rattled off the leatherette of the seat. I shifted about, but that wasn't exactly my best. You're fucking amazing, Callie.” Pride welled up inside her. Those six words were better than any orgasm. “Thank you, Sir.” In response Ben gently pulled her down beside him, curling his body against hers and stroking her hair. Within minutes, his breathing had evened out and she realized he was sleeping. What do you know, Callie thought as she basked in the warmth of his embrace. He's a cuddler. … Later that evening as they ate dinner, Ben asked how Callie had felt during their scene. “I loved. Centurion Sam Matthews is named, and has accepted, executor, trustee, Grand Poobah - whatever the hell the Confederacy calls it - responsible for the protection and disposition of our property. Once we become more familiar with the Confederacy, the specifics of successive owners and administration may change, but I want these provisions in place NOW."In the Old South, some slaves were treated well, others very badly, but they were property and always at the mercy of their masters and 'free'.