And have your way with her, huh?" N-No, please, Oh Master save me!" Who, that old bastard? Nah, he'll be sleeping in like always. Probably won't even ...nswer the phone. Listen." He dials a number on a cellphone, and somewhere inside the house, the corresponding phone rings...And rings...And rings...And goes to voice mail."Hey old bastard! I found your slave girl, she's chained up in your back yard! Better come stop me!" There's a chirp as he hangs up, then the phone drops by her head. "if he. ” I put my hand on her shoulder as we headed out of the library towards the music room at the back of the school. About half way there, I let my hand slide down her left arm and our fingers interlocked as we confidently strode to Mr. Ballows’ band room.“So, what is the deal with you and that song you were humming back there?”“Uh, it’s pretty complicated and will take a lot more time for me to explain than we have now, and I’d rather tell you everything in private if you don’t mind.” Lynette. Given the temperature, she clearly felt overdressed; I could see she was contemplating removing some of her clothes to sleep in. Having made up her mind, mom took charge and told me to get comfortable and get my t-shirt and shorts off which I did. I was now in a baggy pair of boxers with a big buttoned up opening in the front. She instructed for me to get into the bag first and that she would slide in next. She had decided to keep her clothes on. I had a hard time getting into the bag with. “Yes” I say. I don’t know how I said it but I did. “yes, I drove over here and dressed like this so that some black guys would notice me and hopefully a gang of them would take me somewhere and gangbang me. I am a little white slut that needs to be treated like a whore and get used by a gang of big black cocks”.I held my breath waiting for a response. All of a sudden Tyrone laughed and the others joined in. I was so afraid that now they were just going to beat me up and steal my bike.But then.