Fantasy is not reality, and while I'd fantasized for years about it, I also knew that reality had to be different, and taking my cues from hundreds of...dirty stories was not the path to success. I knew vaguely that there are books on the subject but had never taken the time to actually read them. So late Thursday night, after a wild shopping spree on Amazon, I had a veritable library on my kindle describing the nature of D/s relationships.Luckily I'm a fast reader, but even reading into the wee. Ein Weißer hob mein Kleid hoch und war ganz enttäuscht daß ich einen weißen String darunter trug. Noch nicht einmal dagegen wehrte ich mich.Dann wurde ich von einem Weißen und dem Schwarzen gepackt und innerhalb von Sekunden lag mein Kleid auf meinen Füßen am Boden und mein String in einer Ecke. Ehe ich denken konnte drückte mich der Weiße auf der Knie, der Schwarze war mittlerweile nackt und schob mir seinen schwarzen Schwanz tief in den Mund. Als ich dann ins Schlafzimmer geschleppt wurde. “How are you going to kill Trish? Are you going to kill me the same way?” she asked as her body began feeling very hot. Her father stopped licking her long enough to say, “I will do it the same way I do all the girls I bring here; the same way I ended your mother.” She knew what that meant, and her eyes went even wider.She began to cry as she thought about that happening to her sister, of it happening to her. “Daddy, I don’t want that. I don’t want you to do it,” she whimpered to her father. 'The way she looked at me changed, the sense of shame released it's grip on her. Although there was still a little sadness in her eyes, her heart seemed a little lighter than a few moments ago. ‘You’re a great guy but…’‘Louisa, if you don’t want to do this I understand, but I like you. Age never came into it for me, I could have pulled away... but I didn’t. Because... I like you. You’re open, you're funny, you’re fun, you’re happy. Age won’t change any of those things, it’s just you. I know.