I hope you have done your homework before you go running off to Netball practice.”I just stared at her in disbelief. The radio was playing an Emine... song.I looked down at myself, and gone were the clothes that I had worn to the fair, instead, I was wearing my Netball uniform, which consisted of a white polo shirt emblazoned with my school badge, white sport socks, and white trainers.“You’re very quiet Catherine, are you OK; I haven’t known you to turn down a freshly baked cookie,” she said.I. Sigmund FreudIt was nearing dinnertime and Master would be coming home shortly. She ran to get ready, quickly showered while making sure not a drop of soap touched between her legs -- it was his wish to have her display the signs of her sluttiness … but also, she suspected, he loved her sweet private aroma -- and shaved herself bare.His wish and desire were for her to greet him as his whore, and so she hurriedly pulled on stockings, garter belt, short black skirt and a tight low-cut sweater. He then pulled out and laid Katie on her side and got behind her, pushing the vibrator deep into her pussy, and gently teasing her arse with his hard throbbing cock, Katie shouted fuck my arse now please Paul. So he pushed deep inside her tight arse, feeling it stretch as he did, feeling her tense and explode on him and the vibrator, but he wasn't finished he started to pump deep inside Katie, her hips matching his rythym and he reached around and pulled her nipples which pushed her way over. ”“No need to apologize Fran, those guys are jerks”“I do appreciate you giving me a ride home last night, well almost home anyway”“That’s why I’m waiting here for you Fran, I was hoping you would let me give you a ride again the next time you work.”“Don’t you understand Jim, you really don’t want to get involved with me or all the white guys will start calling you names too.”“Fran, yes I do understand, I know you like black guys and I know you see them when you can.”Yes, that’s right Jim, I do.