I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning i... is her face that replaces the darkness.In me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."Mirror" By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)"Where am I? It is so dark! Why is it so dark? And, that voice! Mon Dieu! Who is that, that voice ... so harsh, so ugly, so full of hate! Wait, I know that. "The pelvic exam you had showed that you're at your most fertile period right now. You started ovulating a few hours ago, soon you'll be pregnant with your first black c***d, the first but not the last, you're going to have a lot of black babies for us, you & all the other white girls we k**napped & brought here."You could barely hear Me as the waves of pleasure crashed through your stretched & sopping pussy, driving up your spine to explode in your head. At that moment, you didn't care that. She busted out laughing.When I reflexively started to bring my hands to my face Jason hollaredat me, "I told you not to move, boy."With eyes closed, I felt spurt after spurt of his hot, slimey jismsplatter my face. He must have been aiming because he hit both of myeyes, my nose, my closed lips and several splats against my forehead.I even felt one blast jolt my hair with enough force to make it move.With every shot, my wife laughed and made comments such as 'Goodshot', 'Take that, bitch' or 'I. She was so beautiful and she was wearing different things in the first few pages and as the pages turned she had on less and less clothes, one picture that really caught my eye was her sitting naked on the floor with her legs spread wide open in front of a mirror looking at her self, opening her pussy lips and even sticking a finger inside her moist pussy. This immediately gave me an idea, I had a full body length mirror, I couldn't even believe that I wanted to do this so badly and as I moved.