He got a yellow velvet footsie out of the wardrobe, he put one foot in first then the other, he had to lift her up slightly so he could slide her arms...in, then he buttoned her up. He patted her tummy. He picked her up and helped her to sit up straight, then he brushed her hair. Loving strokes. He made two little ponytails and put matching yellow bows in them. ‘Look who’s a pretty little girl,’ he said. ‘Me daddy?’ She asked. He smiled at her and nodded. Then he glanced at his watch.. There we could enjoy a live band playing and we would even watch some action…As we entered the club, we saw the place was very crowded, mostly black people were dancing. We quickly were also dancing.The band of four Cuban black guys kept staring at her, as Anita was behaving like a bad girl, putting on a naughty show for them.I then found out another surprise: the bass man was Jonas and the drummer was Freddie. Those bastards had recommended to go there, guessing that they could take another. “Get those damn clothes off and crawl to the couch bitch,” said Donna getting up and then walking to the couch and sitting down. She had lifted her dress and was stroking her cunt as Diane looked at her in fear and panic while she removed all her clothes. She couldn’t afford any more pain and slowly crawled back to the couch as Donna spread her legs and pointed down to her pussy.“Get your tongue in here bitch and do what white girls do best. It better be good or I get the neighbour boys to come. "W, why would you want me?" 'And why is the truck talking like a realperson?'Now Stacy knelt in front of her, taking her hand in her own, she lookedup into the girls eyes. She was choking back her urge to let her owntears flow, remembering how it was when her mother had dumped her atUncle Bernie's doorstep."Because Mandy, I'm just like you. I, I was dumped because I wanted tobe a girl. But my Uncle Bernie helped me until I was able to decide formyself who I wanted to become. And I, I know you.