Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren in...erviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr etwas freundlicher geworden zu sein. Ich glaube nicht, dass es sicherer ist, ihn als etwas anderes als einen unpersönlichen. I said: Just 5 minutes.Then she laughed and ask: Why only 5 minutes?I said: I couldn’t control it, so I came within 5 minutes.Then she asked: Is that the one and last time you wanna fuck me? Or you’ve planned for more?I said: If I’ll get a chance, I will fuck you almost daily, mom.She just laughed at it.Mom: I wanna go upstairs.And then she asked me to come to her room when she call. I just replied ok.Then she went up. Within 5 minutes, she called me. I was excited and went upstairs and knocked. She guided me to the source of her power, arching her pelvis upward as I lowered my mouth to her mons veneris. I could smell the muskiness of recent sex. I kissed her pelvic bone and ran my tongue lightly over the pubic area. I unexpectedly felt her hand pressing down on my head, urging me to go lower, to please her in a way that only a slave could. I moved downward and pressed my mouth to the lips of her labia, spreading them apart with my tongue, pushing inward as I searched for her clitoris.. ***After my clothes had been cleaned, she stuck her hand down the back of my diaper to check for wetness. Luck was on my side because her hand came up dry.She nodded in approval towards me. “I see that you’re starting to remember how to behave yourself. This is very good. I will let you come downstairs and lay in your playpen until your Daddy gets home”.Back downstairs, she retied my wrists and ankles once I was settled in the playpen with my Blankie.“What a quiet baby you are now, Krissy! Your.