"Anger boiled up within Scott's soul, anger and pure, unadulterated lust. He'd never really given up his fallacy of white supremacy, he'd never really...reconciled his hatred for Black men and their larger endowments, he was just going through the motions in an effort to satiate his lust for being degraded and abused. His desires to be ****d, used, and beaten until unrecognizable were symptoms of a greater evil. Scott wanted to use Black sexuality to satisfy his perverse desires; he never had any. No pictures, thought Daddy. I must have photographs made of Little One. Maybe not photographs, a painting perhaps. Little One had brought no pictures with her. She may have never been photographed in her entire life. I will have to take many pictures of her, Daddy thought. Daddy left the silver frame on his desk and turned off the lamp. He was thinking of a large oil painting of Little One, nude, sitting with her legs curled under her, looking at the viewer, her deep green eyes inviting him. There are some things I want to ask you."Connor walked over to the couch and sat down. Nathan smiled to himself as he looked at the lack of femininity apparent in this otherwise stunning beauty."Can I get you something?" Nathan offered."Yeah, water would be good." Connor replied.Nathan returned with a glass of ice water and handed it to the girl."So, about that reversal formula..." Connor said with the impatience beginning to ooze through her voice."I just want to ask you some questions first.". My heart skipped a beat when she started to undress.Of course her back was towards me but I could make out her figure as she slowly removed her pullovers, then shirt and then jeans. I gulped and this was too much for me. My dick revolted inside my underwear (I had not changed ) and my breathing was heavy. Mamta Miss, continued talking about her plans to make this camping a learning cum fun filled programme.I just kept on replying in mono syllabe as my voice would have quivered. She then removed.