After all, it’s her body. And it’s only sex!”Dazhawn was astounded. Everything that Tyrone had told him about these sluts was true. They wanted ...o be whores for Black cock and just needed to be pushed. He thought about the Muslim pimps in Britain who whored out young white girls and how they did it. Those pimps spent a lot of time grooming these sluts before whoring them out. They would approach young white girls on the street, some as young as 11 or 12, and start talking to them and tell them. Brown withdrawn, Phœbe came presently to bed to me, and what with the answers she drew from me, what with her own method of palpably satisfying herself, she soon discovered that I had been more frightened than hurt; upon which I suppose, being herself seized with sleep, and reserving her lectures and instructions till the next morning, she left me, properly speaking, to my unrest; for, later tossing and turning the greatest part of the night, and tormenting myself with the falsest notions and. Something clicked with her, and she came closer until she was just a hand width away from me. “Did you do it?” “What?” I replied perplexed at her direct question. She pointed her chin at the lavatory door. “In there…with him…..” Her voice trembled with excitement. I nodded and her professional smile turned into a dirty lustful one. “You know that we do it with captains in there, too?” The curtains were closed around us and she moved even closer, putting her hand on my breast. She whispered in. He played with his morning wood, mostly just rubbing it and occasionally stroking a little. Nothing like jerking off first thing in the morning while it was still dark. He knew it was 6:00 am because his sister always got up on weekdays at 6:00 am and headed for the shower before anyone else could get there. In fifteen minutes, his other sister's alarm would go off and the cycle would start again. His would not go off until 6:45. But it had been a lousy night. He had some weird dreams that.