By the time I got done with my makeup, I was ready to back out.“Listen Rock, I just don’t know.” And that’s the moment I knew I had to go thro...gh with it. Looking into those big green eyes, just as sad as the day he was getting pummeled by a group of assholes.“You…um… you look… like a prostitute,” he said.“Told you!”“No, no! You look great. Not that I’m checking you out… just… passable.”“Well, thanks. The wig itches and these heels kill but it’ll be over soon. Remember, I’m going to pretend I. I drive home hot and wanting more. I can't take it. Pete does this to me more and more. It gets deeper and deeper. I am almost ready to tell him to just touch me too. I am so jealous that Amber is still tied in the back of that truck. I think about driving over to their house and demanding more. I turn out onto the street. I start to hear towards their house. I turn a block before I get there. I chicken out. I cower and turn around. I cannot get myself to be strong enough to stand up to this,. ". I then told him that I had only been fucked once and we used a condom. "I want you to take my seed. I want you to feel my cum in your ass.". How could I say 'no'. He knew I wanted that too. He knew I was powerless against him. He knew I wanted him to breed me, fuck me, and own my white ass. "Come here", he said as he picked up my legs put them up in the air, my feet parallel with the ceiling. My ass was at a perfect angle for his cock. He rested my legs against his chest. My. Looking at herself now, she realized how far she’d come in so short a time …she liked looking so sexy and trashy. She liked the humiliation of it, the degradation of declaring herself purchasable. The ancient and basic equation never failed to work: what a man can buy he can also own …a whore is a woman for sale, objectified, low and filthy … a man has an ultimate freedom and control with a whore, he can do exactly as he pleases. But more fundamental and primary is a woman declaring herself as.