I wanted her to enjoy me in any way she wanted. I stood there, accepting her dominance over me. My nipples were starting to ache, and I was damn sure ...hat her fingerprints were all around my ass cheeks.I let out a cry and gasped in horror. I felt a finger trying to enter into my asshole. “Hmm! Too tight,” she said, casually, as she removed the finger. Though she had not pushed the finger inside, I felt a burning sensation in my butthole, like there was a fire in my ass.She made me sit on her. I deny you nothing. I don't let it, our playtime, interfere with our lives, yours and mine. It's just something on the side apart from us, not part of us, of you and me. Okay? Do you understand?" she said.She stood and came to me. She put her arms around me. Mine hung at my sides. "There, I know you can see that this is nothing to us," she said. She leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my face away from her. "Garland!"I turned and headed down the hall to the spare bedroom. I plopped down on the. Except that he worried about her head. If she truly was the age she looked then he was willing to overlook the teenage angst that besets most American teens. She would grow out of it.If she was the age her birthdate specified he expected her to understand he was a simple minded male. Not that he considered himself suffering from that condition ... what untrained male does?Tom always demonstrated that he understood by vocalizations and other catty methods of agreement ... or disagreement .... His younger brother Alexander attended one of the local high schools. They lived in the town of Brockton, a half hour’s drive from downtown Boston. They were warm and friendly, but looking into their eyes I could see that they had been through hell. From Angelo I learned about the horrors of apartheid. In South Africa, racist white men and racist white women treated black people like second class citizens. They told where they could and could not live, and so on. They were cruel tyrants. Living.