I had heard girls at school talking about masturbation and how it was bad. I had done it two or three times and it got me all wet and I thought it fel... good. My Aunt was now between my legs and licking my thighs.I was shocked when she moved her tongue right over my private spot. She then started to rub me through my panties. Her fingers moved in a circler motion rubbing me were I would rub myself when I would masturbate."How does this feel Brenda?" Sherry asked. "Do you like what I am doing to. I saw the light go on in the bathroom, and there was a pause, then the bathroom door to my room shut.I lay under my blankets, listening to the wind outside my window. My little cock stood at attention, begging me to pull on it. I couldn't get the image of Tom and Paula out of my head! I thought about my poor former brother in the next room; my new sister. I could only imagine what she was feeling right now. I wondered what it was like to have a man's sperm inside of you.I did something then. I don't know what it is, but it's not that." What would you consider gratitude?" There's an old Irish tale. Long ago, in pagan times the high king assembled all his lords. It was tradition for each lord to give the king gifts, and the lord who gave the most valuable gift earned the right to sit alongside the king at the banquet table. So the lords competed with each other to see who could give most lavishly. Some brought gold and others brought gems. And one lord took off his belt and gave it. I'd like to think of myself as attractive. As the days went on the first week I worked there, I was continuously hit on by these men. At first I was flattered but then it got flat out obnoxious. I started to see why my boss told me why the girls before me didn't last here, I didn't care though, I wanted this job and needed to make money when the internship was over.After a month my boss called me into his office. Jarrod was the only other white person that I worked with. I sat down at his desk.