The people I mentioned are very real. A few are actually Xhamster friends this very day. I imagine some newly present Xhamster friends will be part of...a future part of my saga. But, I digress.As a single girl and living alone in an apartment in North Dallas about 1980, I would frequent certain disco clubs to dance. As I went dancing every week, usually on a Thursday night, I came to know the bouncer of one of the clubs, Tyrone. Yes, the old cliche name of a black man. Tyrone and I dated some. “God you’re a slut” he laughed as he spanked my arse and I let out a small yelp. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, when I woke up this morning, I was a virgin, now both my brothers had called me a slut and my father may have gotten me pregnant. I saw Sam standing behind me reaching round and massaging my breasts, I felt his dick getting hard again pressed against my arse. He grabbed me by the hand and took me to the living room, he grabbed a towel and mopped off most of his cum on. "She looked back over her shoulder at me. She didn't smile. "That's all right, thanks. It takes more than an onion to make me cry." Fine. Just offering." I sat and looked at the empty bowl. Are you going to do anything, I asked myself, or are you just going to sit here and make even more of an arse out of yourself? I knew I'd feel relieved if I just stuck to smalltalk, but later, when I was alone in my room, I'd get all the usual self-loathing stuff. Compromise, I thought: let's see if. .”“Yeah, I’d heard the same.”“But not the sexy, fun kind.”“Huh?” Kelly said, her eyes locking with Amanda’s.“Sex requires one kind of clean-up, tears require another.”“Tears?”“Mistress, they are not happy. They are not all cuddled up chortling at your punishment. This hurts them as well. No matter what you think, you are a part of them, and you’re not there. Granted, you brought this on yourself, but that doesn’t mean you’re not missed, and loved, and cherished. Madam and Milady Carol are not.