My mom and I had talked about sexual and romantic issues many times before, and in many ways I felt like she was my big sis. Mom's only 12 1/2 years o...der than me. That's how old she was when she had me after being fucked by her uncle three times.Her name is Claire and our relationship replaced the non-existent one she had with her husband. He is some kind of executive and barely even acknowledges her presence. I gave my mother all the love she needed, but was just a big chicken shit about. With every inch of my skin that Jerome revealed, I felt more exposed, more alive than ever. My white blouse came first, button by button by button, accompanied by hums of approval, gentle touches, and kisses. Then he started with the nips, little bites on my bare shoulders and arms.Jerome told me, “Slave buyers would assess the merchandise in this way, to see how pretty a young wench might be and how receptive to her new owner.”I found this role reversal intriguing. Here I the white girl was. If it isfound in any other place it is not the responsibility of the author.If you are not an ADULT of legal age, you should avoid this text, andfind something more appropriate to readAll characters in this story are fictitious, and any similarity topersons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does notnecessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in thisstory, some of which are dangerous and/or illegal. ?Do not, under anycircumstances, try this at. This was a new doctor and I just wanted my kilt on when I met him. I'd waited the required ten minutes when another nurse came in. "What now?", was what my mind thought until she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Dr. Ruth Marris and I'll be helping you today. I'm going to do a full exam and make sure you're ready for this. It's an outpatient surgery so you'll check in at 7:00 AM and the surgery will be at 8:00. It lasts about three and a half hours so with recovery time you'll be ready to go home.