First of all, she's beautiful. No, really beautiful. I know every kid thinks their mom is beautiful. Well, she really is. And, she's my best friend. I...mean it. My best friend. I tell her everything. Well, not quite, you know, really private stuff, like, oh, you know. Anyway, I'm growing up and I just can't seem to get any girls at school interested in me.I'm short, kind of small all over, and many of the girls are taller than me and just leave me alone. They all seem to like the bigger, more. ."She shook her head sadly, "Yes, perhaps I should."Her first strokes were hesitant, Lucinda screamed, perhaps to try to convince Manu that it hurt, but he was too experienced for that. He judged progress by the number, depth and color of the cuts, not by the slave's reaction to them."Don't go easy on her," Manu instructed, "it will take longer if you do." I understand."Then Lila began to strike in earnest. Lucinda's screams turned into pitiful shrieks as her ass was covered by pink stripes. Within moments, on my own accord, I obeyed him. I opened my mouth and moved towards my stroking hands. I take his big black dick into my mouth."That's a good white boy," he said as he gently put his free hand on my head. The touch on my head sent a chill through me. I looked up at him while sucking him off."Know your place and know your role," he repeated, "This is where you belong white boy, on your knees, sucking a big black dick. A niggas got you by the balls, and you got that dick in your. They are so happy. Then Miss Lisa was shot. I later learned more about that but I only knew she was shot and Mister Al was a hero. I liked him better than before. He said it was all about protecting Miss Lisa not doing anything heroic. He seemed to mean it. She was in church and teaching us Sunday after it happened on Wednesday. At the time, I thought she had been slightly wounded.Karen and I would hold hands a lot and she even let me put my arm around her. One evening before I left for my.