“Please no! I’ve done everything you wanted,” Charlene begged.“Take her. You can get her clothes later. I’m sure she’s not going to need t...em for a while,” Russell said.Otis and Desmond grabbed their dead boss’s sexy blonde wife and dragged her out to their truck. Alice had sat in the living room terrified as the two large black men had dragged Charlene out of the house.“Where are they taking her?” Clay had asked.“She’s going to be staying with them for a while,” Russell said.Charlene was. They weresomewhat plain, but still delightfully feminine. "Thank you, Mom," wasall I could say as she hugged me.A few nights later I was heading into the living room after dinner andMom asked, "Anything you want to talk about, dear."Her tone of voice told me exactly what she meant. "No," I repliedIn response Mom asked me to come to her bedroom after I finished doing myhomework. I rarely went in there anymore, and I wondered what she wanted.She was sitting at her makeup table as I came through. You remove your thong and rub it hard over my nose as I inhale deeply, you the command me to stick out my tongue as you climb onto the bed and straddle my face, you tell me to lick your tight hot wet pussy to eat you and not to stop until you have cum. I oblige you as you lower yourself onto my waiting tongue gripping my head between your gorgeous thighs, you are facing my cock and as I devour your soaking wet pussy the juice covering my face I can hardly breath but have waited so long to taste. I am telling you this in the hopes you willkeep it to yourself. A few years ago, I was cursed by one of myrelatives who was bitter that I was given all the inheritance when myparents passed away. That relative is now dead but the curse remains.The curse placed upon me affects my voice. While I can speak, my voiceis too horrible for me to use. All medical explanations and treatmentshave failed. Instead, I have learned sign language and hiredinterpreters to be with me at all times. I hope.