Yes, it seems that slavery had reared it ugly head though race had nothing to do with it. I guess that, in some way, I was now a slave owner as "custo...dian" of my ladies. He explained that women were used to complying with any man's sexual desires. I remarked that they seemed to all be well versed in sexual activities. He mentioned that being trader women and then Dumdee captives had opened them to just about any type of sex that might be demanded of them. He told me that Dumdee women usually. .. No. They had nothing to do with Charles, she knew that deep down. Which meant... something unthinkable.She arrived in front of Pierce's studio building, the wind whipping at her drawing pad, her hands clutching tight to keep things together. She looked at her watch. Twenty minutes early. Too early to go inside, even with the cold?"Catherine!" someone called. "Hey!"She recognized the voice. Joel. Oh my. It wasn't too hard to guess why he might be anxious for class to begin.He greeted her with. He told me I was a lucky guy to have such a pretty wife. Then he said Sue tells me you like to watch her have sex with other men. Then he turned and started kissing her and feeling her tits. Sue opened her legs a little and I noticed she was wearing a garter belt with no underwear. Jim put his hand into her top and inside her bra. Then he turned back to me and said are you sure you can handle this, because once I get going I don't want to stop. I told him it was okay and to have fun.Jim pulled. Except for one thing. It was a Wicked Weasel suit and I'd have to call it micro size. The bottom barely covered her puffy labial folds. The top tried to cover her areolas and lost. She was sticking out on both sides. The nipple was covered, but someone had been playing with it recently as it was engorged with blood and poking out about a quarter inch. I left the two foxy ladies alone thought. I was hungry. 
After blessing the food, we dug in and devoured "mass quantities of sustenance" (ala.