She thought for a moment before slowly sliding them down. They revealed the reason behind her hesitation. She wasnt wearing any underwear. She covered...her pussy with both hands. Dont be shy now. Gradually her hands slid away to her hips. They revealed a smooth pink pussy. No hair in sight. To her shock, I ran my hand over that patch of skin between her belly button and her snatch. When did you start shaving? I asked her. A few months ago. Why? She shrugged at that, hands now clasped together. The sight of her soft, pink lips parting over the rim of thecrystal chalice, to sip the golden urine, warm from his bladder, hadbeen almost as exciting as taking her anally. Unfortunately, Violethadn't liked the taste of his pee, finding it rather too bitter and toosalty, and she'd refused to drink it again, despite his many attemptsto gain her consent.The reader is also told that Violet uses her consent as a means ofcontrolling Jason. When she guides his hand to her genitals, signalingher wish. During my apology, I got on my knees in front of him and asked him to forgive me for waking him up. I also asked him not mention this to my mom. He said that it was no problem and explained that mom would not be coming home tonight. He said that she and my father were going to work on their relationship at home. I don't know how I felt about that. On the one hand I was glad because I wanted my family back together, back in our home. But on the other hand, I was afraid of what might happen if. I didn’t come here to get harassed by a racist old white guy who’s got issues. I made that clear to the management, and they in turn told the fool to get off my back. Lesson learned. I don’t care how racist you are, don’t fuck with the black nerd. We’ll mess you up because we’re smarter than the rest. Peace. When he lived in our ancestral homeland of Somalia, long before he emigrated to Canada, my father made his living as a fisherman. He’s one hell of a swimmer, like a lot of Somali men from.