"Did she enjoy it?" Kyle thought, that sentence alone "...how amazing it felt." was more than enough for him to inquire further.Kyle: Did you enjoy it...Natalie: As wrong as it is for me to admit, I did enjoy it.Kyle: What did you like about?Natalie: How gentle you were, the softness of your lips against mine. It made me feel alive and sexy.Kyle: I'm just assuming here but, are you saying you want to do it again?Natalie: I dunno, maybe, I'm not sure. It's just such a new thing for me to do. “No! I have the same kinds of feelings for you. But...” she said.“Okay, but ‘but’?” I said.“Are you sure, Jim? I know or think I know that you still have feelings for you ex. I am not gonna be good as a fill in woman for you. The man that gets me, even if any man ever even could want me the way that I am, well, he has to be all in on me. I’m not going to go through again what I went through with the last so called love of my life,” she said.I sighed, and it was a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” I. In the last year Vicky had begun to develop a great deal and her teats were well on her way to filling completely her training bra. Even her upper thighs were bigger than mine were while her round bottom gave her the appearance of being older than her twelve years.Mother was very strict on these matters and she certainly wouldn't want the neighbors talking about her young daughter being all by herself in the house with a married man.Of course I knew that she wasn't doing anything wrong. She was. I awoke soaked with perspiration, my heart beating wildly and my pussy felt wettened and I cried. I cried with the realization that I was just a piece of meat to my mysterious black lover, someone to be used and then cast away like a used condom, spent, of no use to anyone once filled with his hot cum. I hated this person I had become but deep inside me I knew I was helpless to overcome the forces that gripped me when in his presence. Somehow he had become my owner and I his slave, a slave that.