.."Shanti's voice was beginning to be tinged with venom."... where he lived with a black woman for the remainder of his life. They had twelve children... seven of them girls and he, in his insanity, raped every one of them. Three of those daughters bore his children. One was a girl who he impregnated when she was twelve and he almost eighty. The son she bore was my father."Shanti looked the older woman eye to eye with a controlled hatred in her voice."My father began raping me at the age of nine.. While I enjoyed playing with her bush during foreplay, cunnilingus and penetration, this was a whole new sensation and enhanced by her always intoxicating aroma. Her excitement reacting to my lips, tongue and fingers was clearly elevated also. Her clit appeared even more pronounced when erect. While I knew her vulva turned reddish as she approached her orgasms, that deeper coloration was partially hidden by her public hair. Now the blood filled vulva stood out distinctly against her ivory hips. Once I had itunfolded I could read her instructions."As soon as you receive this you are to go to the men's room; lower yourpants around your ankles and your panties to your knees. Sit down onthe toilet and take a photo making sure to show both your littletreasure and your panties and text it to me." Be ready at the hotel, shaved and dressed by 6:00 as I have made anappointment for you through Outer Beauty."I wasn't sure what the appointment would be, I wasn't familiar with thename, but I. I had to say that I am a pretty decent, average guy. Brown hair. Green eyes. In a good enough shape to pass off as an average Joe. Dressed in as casual as a guy should, but only because I can't afford anything expensive. My only vice was the bottle. Didn't do drugs or gambled. Didn't even smoke. Just a guy who just wants to earn himself a better living in this hot beach swept city I call home after leaving my parent's place 2 years ago. Miami was still quite a place though. Lots of things.