And I wanted it. His cock. Knowing how thick it was, knowing my ass had never accepted a cock, ever, I wanted to feel it. I wanted pain, just like a v...rgin girl. Not a lot of pain, not serious permanent injury, but pain. Be taken like a girl. If I was to play the part of a girl, a sissy, I needed to pay the price.Perverted, sick, maybe not a rational thought, but that’s how I imagined it. My first penetration. My first fucking. My time receiving cock. From a man. I needed to feel it.I sat up.. Well, we were going to do something. And that raid was as good as anything.”She reached over, patted my hand, “Macklin was no better than the Public Health Care bastards who conducted the Tuskegee syphilis experiments. No better than Mengele in Auschwitz. No, Harper was going to act, with or without you.”The raid still failed.“So ... they just waltz?”She smiled at me, fondly this time, “Why? Are you and Gloria giving up?”“No. But...”“Get your game face back on. We know the company is rotten. Go. “Submissive, I’m sorry Mistress, I meant to say submissive. I apologize. I didn’t mean to . . .”I immediately allayed his fears. “That’s quite alright, Steven, I know it was nothing more than a mere slip of the tongue, just the common use of the word in a BDSM context. Relax. I know you weren’t suggesting that you wanted to endure the horrors of slavery that my ancestors endured. No one in his or her right mind would ever imply that, right? In fact, I’m not even sure I’m capable of being. Francis drove through the gate of the luxury townhome community where he lived. They went inside and he showed them where to sit. He grabbed the weed and pointed out the liquor cabinet. He set the alarm so he would immediately be notified if any window or external door was opened. He went upstairs and hurriedly douched his generous ass. He washed off and lotioned his five-foot-three body. He put on some pink lace hipster panties and went back downstairs.The thugs had turned on the TV. They were.