200 years ago I would be the slave and she would be the Master's daughter. How far we've come. We can go out anywhere and people don't give us a secon...d look."Tim!" she called. "Can you come here please?" Seeing an opportunity to have some fun, Tim replied in his best slave drawl. "I's comin' Missy." He dropped his axe and strolled over to the porch. A knowing grin and lustful eyes met him when he got there. "I need something fixed. Come inside." His eyes widened in mock fear. "Oh no missy! I. It worked out really well, his living there helped us cover the bills and still save for our wedding.After he had been living with us for a few months, he brings something up. He says that his ex Jennifer needed a place to stay for a weekend, and asked if she could crash on our couch. Wayne talked to myself and Alison about it, and we agreed because it wasn't a big deal.That was when he brought out the next part of his idea. He said that Jennifer cheated on him and that's why they split up,. Once they come of age they are married. If there are any un-attached females in his family or another they can be courted. Then he can have multiple wives. He is allowed as many wives as he can provide for. The families believe that you must be able to provide for you and the family any extra wives mean extra work. But it is allowed and my mother talked to me after she saw me constantly looking back this direction. Asked me if I could handle that if I could share you. Many long talks led me to. Just the presence of this astounding girl in my apartment was far more erotically exciting than any porn flick. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I beat my meat as I lay on the hard floor. I didn’t sleep too well, since the floor wasn’t very comfortable…. but when I finally did drop off I experienced the most intense wet dream I have ever had. In the morning I woke up to find the girl gone. No girl, no nothing. But I could still smell that per- fume of hers so.