It was three guys from work and Daddy wasn't with them. I told them that it wasn't poker night and Daddy was busy with the white women but they said t...ey wanted to use me anyway.I told them, oh no! Not without Daddy here, I'm his bitch and I'll only do them with his permission. They said Derrick knew and he wanted me to take care of them. I still said no because Daddy didn't tell me that. So one of them called Daddy's cell phone and I heard him say, Derrick - your bitch doesn't believe that. I put on my sexiest dress and played with my erect nipples, tweeking them and rubbing them, pushing my other hand down my front gripping my balls and squeezing them softlly. I moaned and realised what I was doing. I hadnt even started putting on makeup yet. Fifteen minutes later I was ready. I looked in the mirror and thought that I looked good and sexy for my client. He he, I let out an involuntary giggle and laughed out loud. Jesus, the nerves were killing me. I need a drink. I poured myself. Sandy was a couple of grades ahead of me and lived just up the street which meant that at school and around the neighborhood that I used to see him a lot. He was kind of cute to my way of thinking and I began to tease him by basically stalking him (which wasn't difficult because he lived so close). When I caught his eye I would wink, rub my tits or pat my ass in what I thought was a provocative manner and I was quite pleased with myself when he began to favor looking and paying attention at me. ..The little one. Smallest of all. A simple drone.We were one until the spot. It took the human name. It claimed the first human. It split us into factions and individuals for the blonde earthling, We all felt her as one, enjoying her tits, her ass, her cunt. Craving her and countless others…Tattoo claimed her. He let the humans name him. We created our name. Ourselves. Abandoning all, drawing power and strength from suffering, from despair, from complete sexual dominance. We spread, adding.