I struggled to take my feet and only found myself on my knees, bludgeoned solidly back and forth by the two huge ball sacks that swung two and fro. So...metimes they were at an even tempo, and I was veritably crushed from all sides by monumental nut meat, yet at others they beat alternating staccatos against me. Do not get me wrong, dear reader, I was not suffering greatly at the hands of this impressive quadruple-ball-beating, but I could not take my feet or balance either. I was merely a target,. “So, we are eating at Addie’s house,” Lillian said when she met me at the door.“Oh, who is cooking?” I asked.“Both of us,” she said. “You aren’t worried are you?”“I don’t know, should I be?” I asked with a smile.“Addie checked me every step of the way,” Lillian explained.“Then I really am worried,” I said with a smile.Lillian didn’t understand the sarcasm, but she recognized it as a sarcastic remark.“So come up about six,” she said simply.I went into the house, sat down on my bed, then. As long as it had been for both of us, I was amazed at how slowly we progressed. It was lovemaking, not lust or sex. My hands caressed her hips as I moved within her. She produced sounds of desire and not words. It was an exercise in caring for each other. As I looked in the mirror, I could see her head was still down on her arms. I could see myself behind her, my hands on her hips as I moved within her. The sides of her breasts were visible, as they moved in rhythm with our bodies. I could. I had become quite unstinted in my efforts to please the niggers. That was my duty. My duty as a white sex slave. My arrogance, selfishness and short-temper had been subdued and eradicated in a matter of 3 days. I had been through so much with so many niggers,dogs,pigs and horses that there did not seem to me now any lower depths to which i could sink. The guests of the brothel had to be treated with courtesy and their requests fully complied with. I had become an object merely to be used only.