”“Want one?”“Sure!”“How old you is?”“I’m 17.”“You legal! Let me be yo’ nigga!”“But I’m…”“Quit playin’ li’l pun...! You in mah whip. You know wassup!”Lucky turned down an alley and brought the SUV to a stop. He placed the palm of his hand on Yaotel’s head. He forced the wide-eyed sissy down to his crotch. He pulled out his hard eight-inch dick and barked, “Suck it, faggit!”Yaotel resisted slightly. “Stop,” the queer protested.“Shut tha fuck up, bitch! Open dat mouf!”Yaotel kissed the mushroom. She is a woman, a mother, a person with respect. So what if her daughter can't understand that. Won't listen. She'd make her listen. Show her who's the boss. It's what has to be done.A few more steps and Maria was standing before Isabelle, her daughter. Brush in hand she stared down at the unrepentant girl, sitting practically naked on her bed.It didn't have to come down to this. If only her daughter could listen to reason. If only she could understand the compassion her mother had for her.But. 'Enough for now. Get up on the desk. You know the drill.' came Coach's gruff voice. Remembering what they said today about her not being able to keep up, she quickly got up. But, the ball clung to her butt. Her holes holding tight to the two big prongs. Coach grabbed the ball and pulled it away and she shook then quickly walked to the desk and assumed the position. Laying on her back, mouth open, legs spread she waited for them to start. Coach was first and plowed his cock right down her. "Is that all? That does not frightenme. I am a man of strong will and determination. My spirit cannot be brokenby your made up threats. I will always love women no matter what you mightclaim this idol will do to me. If anything, I will love them more!"He called it "the turning" but I wasn't the least bit concerned with hiswarnings. He was only saying those things so I might not steal the idolfrom him. I didn't believe in its curse.He said it randomly destroys those who use it. Not literally.