Chapter Four
Wandering Around
In my dreams I was a plantation master. My Mistress was an older slave named Tipper. Her body was full, dark, soft, and shapely, her generous breasts crowned by dazzling dark n*****s. Tipper’s creamy skin and black eyes kept me in a constant s****l fever.
Tipper’s full, soft lips, both top and nether, were freely available to me whenever I desired them. I spent many long and languid nights at Cybele Plantation injecting my hot, white seed into her mouth, rectum, and v****a.
At some level, I believed the fantasy had been quite real. It happened to somebody. There was ample evidence all around Amerika. One hundred and fifty years later, my soul was reborn into the body of a Caucasian upper middle class male, the personality type most commonly associated with
