I started to keep away from my mother. Then, the cast was removed, and my life got back to normal.The crutches were covered with dust. I took a rag an... started cleaning them. I had almost done when the telephone rang, startling me. My daydreams evaporated at once. The phone was upstairs so I decided not to answer the call. Eventually, the ringing stopped. I turned my attention back to the crutches. Why am I cleaning them? There is no use of them. Despite this reasoning, I did the job. I still didn't trust the son of a bitch. I hoped that he wasn't another like her high-school sweetheart. Once again, Latoya might be too trusting. In any case, Morely's articling would soon be over. I promised myself not to let the incident in the coffee room influence my evaluation of him. But his description of Stacie as a "cute little armful" with big "fun-bags" was disturbingly like Latoya's former beau describing her as his "nigger cunt from the projects." I put all that out of my mind as. ..."Roni dropped to her knees and began caressing Jan's inner thighs while asking softly, "Do you have a boy friend, Jan?" She nodded her head vigorously that she did while Roni went on, "Does he take care of your needs, I mean does he keep your clitoris satisfied?" This time she shook her head from side to side and replied in a strained voice, "No, he doesn't, but I don't think anyone could!" "Are you aroused often?" Roni asked as her fingers closed in on Jan's gaping box. "A-all the time,". Master John doesn’t give Tumi any time to rest. He walks around and slams into her ass. She screams again and he starts to pound into that ass. Her muscles are tensed again as she grabs tight to the table. She says ‘Holy fuck, you are a sex machine. I’m going to die of orgasms!’ I laugh at that. What a way to go! That’s how I want to die. Master reaches around and start rubbing her clit again. She squeals. A minute later she screams and tenses again. Master keeps pounding her ass. She starts to.