.use it on me?"You smile a broad smile and for a moment I'm distracted by your beauty."Oh did you? And you assumed I'd be doing this to enhance your p...easure? To get you off?"I don't know what to say...what do you mean? It's a sex toy...You expression is devious as you approach the bed: "That's not what a flogger is for, my dear."With your free hand, you yank my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my stiff nipples to the cool morning air. I feel another swoop of nervousness as you bring the. All characters, events and places are fictional too.Let's start with little backstory, shall we? I'm Mike, nineteen years old white boy, living pretty ordinary life of a young man, though I'm still living at home.There's one thing that isn't the most normal thing in my life. When I was just 6 months old, I was adopted by this young black girl and his husband who wanted a baby, but couldn't get one. I have never seen my biological parents, but from what I've heard, they are probably dead. After. ‘Marti has just cheated on her husband, Rick,’ Jenny murmured to herself, ‘right in front of my eyes, no less.’ Jenny shook her head as if that would clear her fuzzy thoughts. ‘Of course,’ Jenny thought with a grimace, ‘I suppose, technically speaking, I’ve just cheated on my husband too.’ She got up and began to pace the room. ‘So, neither one of us is perfect,’ she mumbled to herself, as if thinking out loud would help, ‘but Marti and Rick – they are the ones who wanted to go to this party. All the other shocking sights of this war paled away by comparison. A friend murdered in front of my eyes and nothing I could do to help him. I was swamped with a deluge of emotions: frustration at my inability to help my mate, anger at the Jap soldier who killed him, fear that I might be the next to be killed, sorrow at the loss of a friend. Thank God I didn’t know it was going to get worse, I might not have been able to control the tears that threatened to embarrass me. Food was in short.