I have to be honest. Andtelling men has cost me every relationship I have ever had."Mark was listening intently, unconsciously brushing his Rene Russo...likeauburn hair out of his eyes and smoothing his dress as he turned towardLysa."And any relationship I have had where the guy has had full knowledgeof my past persona has seemed like he is somewhat fixated on the factas if satisfying a fetish."So I went on TV, knowing full well I'd hear from a lot of questionablecharacters, but hoping the. If I was a guy they’d give me an award, or at the very least a great nickname, right? Maybe something like Cunt, or Cock hound? Personally, I like them both. My first black lover, Joseph, use to call me his little white Nigger Pussy, but I think that suggests ownership, and I’m nobody’s person, but myself. I am woman, hear my vibrator roar, and sniff my crotch, Period!I continued fucking Arthur’s father George Hillcrest for the next two years, and right through my graduation from college, and. Now, you are either going to fuck me or I am going to tell my parents that I caught you watching porn in the family room and your ass is going to get thrown out. The choice is yours.”“It doesn’t bother you that I’m 20 years older than you and your uncle?”“I know my mother isn’t related to you by blood. I have wanted this, wanted you, since I learned what sex was. I see how you get treated, and no man should be treated like that. I’ve seen you sneaking peeks at me. So, if you give me what I. I could feel the warm water begin to fill my insides. He clamped the hose a little to slow the flow, and began rubbing my stomach with one hand, and my pussy with the other. "How much water is in there?" I asked. he said, "Only a gallon." A gallon! He was going to put a gallon of warm, soapy water in me! Before I knew it, he had done just that. When the bag was empty, he told me to take a deep breath, and pulled the nozzle out. The next thing I felt was a butt plug going in "just to help you.