I was skinny, and had brown hair and eyes and glasses. Barely there tits finished up my athletic look. My brain was working overtime to figure out a w...y to get noticed.My best friend Zoey had decided to help me. She was pledging a sorority. She invited me to a party during rush week. She was pretty as popular and I knew that she would introduce me to a bunch of people. She tried to help me dress for the party but I felt hopelessly awkward in heels and a dress but she insisted that it was. Carefully she wound the Ukmoh around her shapely hips and drew the top in the same fabric over her breasts and shoulders. It took several adjustments to get the scalloped hem even with her ankle bones as Mamma had taught her. Mamma helped coil the matching Ubaletu around her shining black plaits and fluffed it until it added four or five inches to her height. When she finished, Amaka examined herself in the mirror approvingly while Mamma looked on with pride. The craft of five hundred. Suddenly I felt it expanding and I welcomed the spurts of man juice that he started squirting. He shot one spurt straight down my throat then he pulled back a little and let me taste the next couple squirts. I was in heaven as the butterflies floated around in my stomach and my hard little dick pushed against my shorts.My uncle withdrew his cock from my mouth and then from the hole and opened the door to the closet. "Now that is a nice little cum slut. I just want you to understand that when. But at night, he was my master. I was his slave. Lift your butt, Daddy." She had already worked my belt, snap and zipper loose. There was no chance that I would stop her. One tiny voice of reason made me talk. "Theresa, are you sure?" I started to ask. A loud crack echoed around the room as she slapped my stomach really hard. It didn't really hurt, but it stung like hell. It also startled the crap out of me. "Daddy," she said sternly, "I thought you were smarter than this. We have started a.