I guess that’s where it started. When I first started exploring what I then thought of as my ‘bad desires’ I thought it started the night I saw...my father’s cock. I realize now I started having these desires about a month earlier after the ‘incident’ at the party.It was a cold February weekend; I’d driven into the city to stay with some of my girlfriends from school for the weekend. There was a big frat party, which of course none of our parents knew anything about. I’d already been to a few. IntroductionA married white housewife journey’s to the UK in search of a dark sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her husband has become close friends with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and interests, as to his wife Diana's fate. They have discussed so many things about this sexual fantasy, of white women in slavery to black men and all of. I don’t think you're strong enough.”“I could if I wanted to.” He said defiantly. He was always a sucker for reverse-psychology.“Yeah, you think so? No, I don’t. It’s easy to say but tuff to do. It takes a lot of strength, bravery, and determination to take what you want. Think you can take it from me! I don’t think so. You’re all talk.” “No, I’m not! I could do it! You’re practically naked already!” He said. I was really starting to get to him.“Okay then, if you think it’s that easy, bring it. Of course he would never waste such a profitable beauty, but the lie was convincing enough, because her mouth snapped shut, her terror shining in the tears that coursed down her face.“That goes for all of you little whores. Make ONE NOISE and I will SLIT your fucking throats! Though silent, the girls that remained tied struggled against their ropes, crying. He let them struggle, focusing on the little elfin child before him.“Now, he said in a gentler tone, reaching his hand out to caress a.