Kyonki peticot mese unki gand saf dikhai de rahi thi.Fir me naha dho kar nasta karke chala gaya. Collage se vapis aya or buva ke kamre me gaya to buva...nahi thi, vo market gai hui thi, to maine apne beg ak blue film ki CD nikali or dvd player me laga di, or dekhne laga, fir me dekhte dekhte muth marne lage, lekin bhul gaya tha ki maine darvaja khula rakha hai, tabhi achanak buva ayi or muje adhe nange halat me dekkh ke bahar chali gai,Maine fatafat apne ap ko thik kiya, or bahar buva se milne. Michael’s email hit me like a sledgehammer, as the email addressed me by my full real name and he also used my wife’s real full name in the email. Some of what he wrote, “You asked me to sex and breed your prim and proper suburban white wife. These are your words. I will use them against you. Deliver her to me while you are still on your trip. Find a way or I will ruin your lives. I own you both. You asked me to do this you white fool. I will teach a prejudice, white man (you, your words fool). "Moan like a girl, bitch!" Jerome shouted, spitting on my face afterwards. I obeyed, I moaned and gasped like a good little whore, but I didn't do good enough as a hand slapped me across the face."You fucking playing around? You want me to teach you to moan like a slut?" He grabbed my cheeks with his hand, my mouth puckered up and I tried to say sorry."Sowwy" my voice whimpered."Stupid fucking whore." He said, looking to something behind me and nodding."I'll teach you to answer back and I'll. But it was important that he tell her, make her, force her.She found her shorts and halter and cupped her tits into the halter and tied it between her shoulder blades. Then she stepped into the shorts, zipping them up in back. The shorts were cut high on her hips, exposing more thigh than most shorts and making her legs look even longer. Sliding her feet into a pair of thongs, she left her room and passed through the living area and into the kitchen. She found a frosted beer in the refrigerator.