"Oh my god, Simon, what am I going to do?" she cried, suddenly breaking free from her fantasy."What do you want to do, mother?" I replied, deliberatel... avoiding any direct answer."I ... I so need to be able to submit myself to someone I can really trust. I need to be able to lose myself in the experience of submission, but know that I can be understood, supported and satisfied. I desperately need someone that I can establish an intimate emotional bond with and really be able to rely on so that. Their will failing, and body abused and exhausted their heart pounding with terror, they can only plead with the nigger as he begins his conquest of their body and dignity.After a while, they became accustomed to the degrading routine of a black pimps whores life. Each morning her pimp would take her to the �BLACKS ONLY�, where she would be handed over to those who had paid in advance to use her first . Afterwards, she was returned to the gangbang room. There, she would be gang ****d by a. I tell him the problem and in a matter of time he started fixing the prob. In the meanwhile I asked him if he would like to have something to drink, a coffee or a tea, he went for a coffee, black no sugar please. I come back after few minutes with two big mug full of nice Italian coffee, so he takes a break and we starting chatting a bit about what he was doing in order to fix my shower. it didn't take long before we started swapping topic and some how I asked if he used to work for my. One after another Aunt Carol added skirts, blouses and then, making me select them, three dresses. She paid for them and we left the shop, the packages to be delivered later.After that it was shoes and tights, nylons and jewelry, then we stood in front of the salon. "I know this is all new to you Jane, but most women enjoy this. It's where we make ourselves beautiful, and I hope you enjoy it too." I looked inside, not knowing what to expect, and followed her into the salon."Yes Madam?" You.