That sort of thought kept her breathless with desire, when she tried to sl(ee)p, her body quivering with the thoughts of men taking control of her pet...te body, and doing something like that. Notice how I wrote “Men”, and not “Man”, plural…. yeah, how she wished…. she was fucked by many men some nights….It would start sometimes with a group of men looking at her, talking about her, always about sex, they would want to fuck her, take turns with her…. then would come the price. She loved the. Now I know your worried about what people might say or do but I really don't think people care that much anymore at least on this island anyway. That's one of the reasons I love it here so much the people her genuinely nice, there good people here and I don't think they racist as you think. Most of the people here we already know and as for the rest of them even if they are racist Fuck Them it's more of us then them. It's not that simple Betty and you know it. Of course I know it's not that. “Snack Attack!” I said, and climbed into the shower,pinning a very surprised Chris against the tile wall witha passionate kiss. I felt my breasts press against hischest, the nipples instantly stiffening. Chris instantlystiffened, too. I grabbed his lengthening cock in onehand and pumped it, feeling it grow rigid in my fingers.I looked up at Jesse, still standing outside the showerwatching hungrily.“Have some?” I queried, offering her the meat. Shestepped into the shower. ‘Not long but long enough to get a woody in watching you,’ he said boldly hoping for a favorable response. ‘Do you get erections often,’ she asked when he told her he did. ‘What do you do when you get them,’ she asked. He smiled without answering. ‘You don’t masturbate do you,’ she questioned him sounding condescending, smiling. She waited for the day he’d try having sex with her, wondering why he hadn’t already. Her mother told her some males were shy needing encouragement the first time. .