On several occasions, Stoner ordered his white women to make love to her after dinner in the drawing room, reveling in the sharp contrast between the black and white flesh. She hesitatingly accepted their tongues in her mouth, their fingers on her s*x. She had often played at s*x with her girlfriends when they were younger, and the delicate softness of female flesh, the aroma of their arousal, was not new to her. At times, she would close her eyes and imagine herself back in her village, a young girl, kissing and fondling her best friend.
It was the whipping she could not stand. Stoner whipped her when she failed to understand an order, when she was slow carrying it out, or when the whim came over him. He had the servants beat her while he ploughed one or another of the orifices of his w
