You will be my slave girl, and as such you WILLperform all of my normal tasks and still be constantly available for MYsexual pleasure." The cuffs were...removed from my wrists as she said," Wewon't need these restraints now that you know your place. In your conditionyou'll make a better woman than a man anyway." Looking at myself in themirror, I had to agree with that assessment."It's too bad, but I'm afraid you won't be doing any swinging for quite awhile," she said with mock pity adding, "None. Should fucking OJ’ner her.I’d rather Channonize her. Wash her throat widt da bleach.Plastic bag over dat stupid bitch face would be good.Can’t get away widt that. Yea but can fuck her around some, gotta show dat white slut.She be fuckin dem white prodcers but couldn’t even kiss me.Six Weeks Later----------------Karin Andrews was in an uptown dance club, hanging out and flirtingShe had on tight stretch pants and a tight low cut top. She didn’t notice a couple Gangsta’s keeping eye on her. . I tell you a story of a girl in her early teens desired and preened by an overly attentive uncle, the heat of her first bleeding, throwing a different light on this old man, perhaps a bit too old to still sit on his knee, but his desire in her early years, could be clearly felt as it was maneuvered between her tomboyish bum cheeks, I laughingly add, I did all the maneuvering. I was a naughty girl back then, sexually aware for one so young, then again watching your mother being fucked, taught me. Well, in the meantime I thought I’d amuse myself. I was squeezing their biceps comparing them while sneaking feels to their thighs. They were getting frisky and were touching my thighs and breasts. I was soaking my panties with hot pussy juice. Then my cell rang and it was him. He said his car broke down and it was being towed. He’d catch a ride with the tow truck to the house and get my car. He’d be there in an hour and we could start our fun then. I said ‘that’s fine honey, Luv you’and hung.