She was further told that this had been changing for the better over the last dozen years. She had also been told that over 150 years ago there had b...een a very lucrative slave trade, and that many people had made large sums of money dealing in the slave business. The irony of this, had allowed many black people in the states to benefit from the guilt of whites for the brutal and degrading things that had been perpetrated on these black slaves well over 100 years ago, especially the black slave. With an effort of will I stopped those racing thoughts. There would be time enough to think them slowly and carefully in the forthcoming months. To calm down I tried to masturbate, but it made the cut across my vulva hurt and even to start bleeding again, so I gave it up.Why did I feel so uneasy? Whatever my life would be, once I was free again, it would be better than being a slave. Or would it? This thought crept up at me from behind, unanticipated, uninvited and unwelcome, yet suddenly it. I was." And?" I can't explain it, but I had a very strange experience there." And I told her of my experience and the strange calmness I still felt.What she said then was astounding."Even three years after dying Mom still knows you like no one else does. In the dream I told you about, she asked that I find a way to send you to visit her. She promised that if you do — you'll become a different person. Different for the better. Try to think about her now and tell me what you feel right now.. I ... don't want to hurt you," he whispered. Oh, my love. I sat down, turned to face him."Are you afraid that's what will happen?" He nodded, hesitantly. I breathed deeply, jutting my chest out beneath his questing gaze. He was magnificent, his fully erect cock twitching with desire as he drank in the sight of me, naked and needy before him. I reached up, caressed his face. "Oh, baby. It's OK. That's why I trust you, you see?"Confused, he shook his head. I crawled into his lap, rubbing myself.