Sally knew how to play to the camera, and with Karen's professional eye they soon had an impressive collection of sensual, beautiful photography.Artis...ic endeavor aside, the whole thing was very sexually stimulating for Sally, and when Karen asked if she cared to take some risque shots, she couldn't say no. A lounge-type love seat provided the prop for an erotic exploration of Sally's genitals as she lay spread eagle on the couch; another few shots with a soda bottle in place of a dildo and. " I'm driving home the fact that I come with baggage. If you want me you have to know what you are getting into. There isn't a prejudiced bone in my body, but using the term 'nigger' is driving home the fact that the term 'nigger lover' is going to hang around my neck for the rest of my life and if you are with me you will hear it. Twenty years from now you will hear someone saying things like, "Him? Isn't he the one who married that nigger loving whore, what was her name, Yvonne?" You need to. "So just think of it as a long improvisation session," she said."Anyway, it might be kind of fun to have a husband and a bestgirlfriend in one package," she said. "Hey, remember the sex we hadwhen you were Fifi? It'll be like that again."Ingrid came bustling in again at that point."So, are we going ahead?" she asked. We agreed; Sally confidently, mehesitantly. "Well your sister has already transferred a deposit toour account, so we're good to go."Apparently Anna was confident Sally would. I found myself wearing a similar outfit, sipping away at a champagne glass, as I tried to identify my surroundings. I knew no one, knew nothing of my location, and knew there was no way I would be able to fit in with the crowd this event presented. I was wondering how I was going to get out of this uncomfortable situation when I saw her. Ella.Ella was, in my eyes, perfect. She had a stunning, glittery, black dress on which contrasted well with her silky white skin. She had her blonde hair.