Toss your clothes inside first. He followed my order, then I just stared at him. “Okay, so far so good, now I want you to repeat after me. I am a sl...t whore for Simba Mweusi’s big black dick, for he is my daddy, my father, my black god.” He repeated the declaration quickly as his eyes scanned up and down the hallway nervously. “Eyes on me pussy and repeat. I live to serve my black master, and my only goal in life is to become his cock addicted bitch. I live to bring him pleasure and I swear I. Not to help matters, my aunty had started seeing my uncle to be…and in weekends they would isolate themselves in their room…and I knew they were having sex..I didn’t peek on them…but I could listen through the thin wall… and somehow it made matters worse!! I had a fertile imagination…and the sounds of licking…sucking drove me over the edge every Sunday evening. I could hear the moans of aunty and the grunts of uncle…it was so hot…and yet I felt guilty about ‘spying’ on them. But in my mind I. ) Anyway, there wasn't all that much traffic about in those days, because cars were still a bit of a luxury and people didn't want to be out late at nights. As long as the driver was sober, and you weren't tearing the arse out of it, the police would use their discretion. They just wanted to see people get home safe. So we had a high old time when we could.Okay, by now you have a broad outline of our lifestyle. Basically, it was like serving in the Balkans, Iraq, or Afghanistan, but at the same. James was the male counterpart, of a set of un-identical twin siblings. His twin sister, Danielle, shared his love for almost everything. They were almost inseparable until early teens; they had even created their own language they had dubbed, “Tweensh” and set up rules like not to teach Tweensh to anyone. But as is nature, James started noticing girls and despite blushing heavily and denying it, Danielle was noticing the opposite sex as well. After a few years, the twins began to drift apart.