"Your getting spanked, that'd the only way to stop this behavior." I was furious. "You pervert! I'm a teenager! Your not going anywhere near my ass." ... assured him. "This is not sexual Becca, you k**s these days have no consequences for your actions. You ARE getting a spanking." I looked down at my legs, I was wearing my skimpiest short shorts. "Look what I'm wearing you psycho! My ass isn't even fully covered!" I screamed. "Enough!" I yelled, louder than I had. He sat down angrily beside me. But the general tenor of Francine’s comment made him angry.“For your information,” he said, “when she graduates from the school her parents sent her to, probably because they didn’t want her underfoot, she’s welcome to come stay with me if she happens to want to go to college in New Mexico. I’d be just fine with that!”“Did you tell her that?” gasped Francine. Please don’t tell me you told an innocent, impressionable girl something like that.”“Of course I didn’t tell her that,” He said. He. "I'm Jeannette, and August 17th is my Birthday." She almost cried out loud, whispering this revelation to the dark of the basement from her small bed. Jeannette sat on the bed and remembered everything. She remembered how she was beaten, and strapped to the chair, and made to forget her life before. She had just realized how dangerous these thoughts were, Master would kill her if he knew she remembered. The lights came on, and Jeannette knelt on the bed, waiting to be unlocked just like every. He started handling my boobs and whispering things into my ear. He told me I would be a black man's property the rest of my life and that all I would want was to be a cockslave to the real men. With Derrek's bbc in my mouth pumping me hard I was in heaven and thought maybe Michael was right. I sure wouldn't ever turn this down! Then Michael started telling me that the real show would start later, and that this was the warmup. I had no clue about what that meant but really didn't care because.