The next morning over at the Chatham estate, the nineteen year old Richard Thompson awoke in the guest house. He had been staying there for the last couple of days, visiting Rebecca Chatham, whom he was to marry.
"Good morning mastah Thompson." Wilfred, one of the Chatham's older negro servants came into his room and undid the curtains.
"Morning Wilfred." Richard stepped out of bed in his long nightshirt.
"Which coat do you wish for me to put out for you today?" Wilfred asked Richard who walked over to the bathing sink, and poured some hot water.
"The blue one, thank you." Richard told him as Wilfred walked over to the coat hangers and took out the blue coat.
"Are the Chathams up yet?" Richard asked as Wilfred put down the coat on the bed.
"Miss Rebecca is up I believe sir, along with Mastah Joseph and miss Susan. But mastah Chatham and miss Chatham are still asleep." Wilfred told him.
Joseph Chatham was Rebecca's older brother. He was visiting with his wife Susan, and their little Thomas, whom Susan had given birth to six month earlier.
"Thank you Wilfred, that will be all." Richard washed up as Wilfred left and closed the door.
After getting dressed, Richard walked outside. The guest house was built behind the Chatham's mansion, across the backyard garden. As Richard walked up to the mansion, he nodded to several servants he passed along the way.
Up at the mansion, a servant walked Richard over to small morning room, where the Chatham's had breakfast.
"Richard." Rebecca got up when she saw her fiancé and walked over with a smile on her face.
Rebecca Chatham was a year younger than Richard.
She had a petite figure, with long silky brunette hair that ran down her left shoulder where it stopped just below her chest.
Richard found her so beautiful in her summery dress as she came up to give him a small peck on the cheek. The two of them had not yet fully kissed, something they were saving for their wedding night. Richard had wanted to kiss Rebecca many times, as he loved her very much, but he wanted to be a perfect gentleman for her.
Rebecca had liked Richard from the moment she saw him.
She found him so handsome with his brown hair and his gentle manners.
"Good morning Rebecca." Richard smiled at the pretty girl standing in front of him.
"Here's my future brother in-law." Joseph walked over and shook Richard's hand.
"Hi." Richard smiled as he had always liked Joseph.
"Good morning Richard." Joseph's wife Susan smiled politely standing by the table.
Susan had of course taken her husband's last name, even though she also came from a wealthy family. Before she got married she had been courted by many bachelors, but her fancy had always laid with Joseph.
She had always been a sight to behold, with her long curly blonde hair, her blue eyes, slender figure and her large breasts that filled out any dress to perfection.
Breasts that had grown even bigger now that she had a child.
Richard tried his best not to stare at her massive cleavage as her breasts were absolutely pouring out.
"Morning Mrs. Chatham." Richard answered politely.
"I thought we could go for a walk before papa wakes up." Rebecca then said as she wrapped her arm around Richard's arm.
"Okay." Richard said as he politely nodded goodbye to Joseph and Susan.
Out in the garden, Richard and Rebecca walked arm in arm, looking over at each other and smiling.
"Do you think we will have a beautiful garden like this?" Rebecca looked up at Richard.
"Someday we will." Richard said as he and his father had planned to build a house between the Chatham estate and the Thompson plantation.
The two of them walked in the beautiful garden for an hour before Sango, one of the house servant came over to them.
"Miss Rebecca, mastah Chatham would like for the two of you to come and join him."
"Thank you Sango." Rebecca politely smiled at him.
As Rebecca and Richard got back to the house, Mr and Mrs Chatham, sat by the table, having breakfast. Over by Mrs. Chatham, there was also a baby carriage, where her six month old grandson laid.
"Papa." Rebecca went over and gave her father a kiss on the cheek.
William Chatham was a large, burly man with a beard in his late fifties.
"Mama." She then walked over and sat down by her mother.
Catherine Chatham was almost fifteen years younger, as she was in her mid forties.
Elegantly dressed, like a woman of her stature would be, she was a very beautiful woman.
"Ah Richard, have a seat my son." William told Richard as he politely accepted and sat down.
"I have a few business associates coming by tomorrow, that I'd like for you to meet." William said as he wanted to throw a few business opportunities his future son-in-law's way.
"Of course sir, it'll be my pleasure." Richard said as William nodded agreeably.
As her father and Richard talked, Rebecca sat next to her little nephew and made some funny faces.
"Where's Joseph and Susan?" She asked her mother.
"I believe they're out taking a walk." Catherine Chatham told her daughter.
South of the mansion, Joseph and Susan walked along a dirt path, until they passed a couple of a run down houses and shacks. Outside one of the shacks they saw four negroes, all wearing worn out work clothes. Cuffey, Drummer, Mayfangoe and Toley all mostly worked in the fields, but today was one of those rare days when they didn't have to work.
"Oh Joseph, my breasts are so full, they're about to burst." Susan lustfully told her husband as she looked over at the negro men.
Joseph smiled as he leaned over and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, and then gave her a small nod.
Susan then looked over at the negroes and smiled, as she walked over to them.
"Ehm, miss Susan, is there something we can do for you?" Mayfongoe remembered Susan from when he worked up at the garden by the mansion.
Susan didn't say anything, she just looked down and started to unbutton the front of her dress.
Half way down, her large breasts started to pour out of her dress as the negro men watched the white woman in front of them with such hunger.
Susan then undid the last button on her dress, as her huge breasts popped out.
She then gently held up her soft voluptuous breasts with both her hands.
"My breasts are so full and heavy with milk." Susan breathed heavily.
"I need you negroes to suck them dry." Susan looked at the black men with lust.
Cuffey, who had a rather skinny build, stood up and slowly walked over to Susan.
He looked at her huge breasts, and licked his lips. But before doing anything, he looked over at Joseph, just to make sure that it was okay. As Joseph didn't do anything, Cuffey slowly reached up and put his hand on Susan's milky white breast.
As he gently squeezed her large soft breast, milk spurted out from her nipple, splashing against Cuffey's face.
"Ohh..." Susan moaned as more milk spurted out from her heavy breasts.
Cuffey had opened his mouth, and as he squeezed her breast, milk spurted into his mouth.
He then leaned over and wrapped his lips around her sensitive nipple and sucked.
"Oh yess." Susan looked down at the grown negro she was breastfeeding, as she held the back of his head.
