People looked in awe as I displayed my garment toeveryone. My face turned a harsh red and I ran back inside as quickly asI could.Once inside I realize... how badly I needed to use the bathroom, so Iquickly found my mistress and asked if I could use it."Are all your duties completed?" No mistress, but..." No, I gave you your answer. And don't even think about using your diaperyou sissy bitch, if I find one stain on your cockbag you'll be punishedseverely." Yes mistress..." was the only reply I. I remember exploding everywhere and made a mess so I was going to shower before anyone got home. Oh and I was probably going to masturbate in the shower too. But I was out of sope so I went to my parent’s bathroom butt naked because no one was home and went to get the sope but it was out of reach so I climbed up onto the counter and on top of the cabinet I found my mom’s large purple dildo with a “hole” in it to put a vibrater in and a long silver vibrater was there too along with my parents. Tutsi women were depicted as being arrogant, devious and dangerously beautiful women who steal Hutu husbands and Hutu jobs. They were called ?KIZUNGEREZI? which means ?the woman who makes men fall in love?. They were accused of being bad mothers and bad wives. The deliberate portrayal of Tutsi women as beautiful and arrogant bred hatred and jealousy against them. The propaganda often contained pornographic and violent images which served to legitimate sexual violence against Tutsi women.All. Again a pause, and a third stroke, and a fourth, and a fifth. I scream for the lash, and cry between lashes. He works his way down my back; as he reaches my waist, I swear to myself, for the hundredth time, that I will never again come back here. But I know that I will.He stops after whipping my waist. I continue to cry, for a long time. He gives me sugared water. I hadn't even realized he had left. I drink the water greedily. Screaming and crying is thirsty work. He moves again behind me. How.