My heart was racing and my clit was pulsating. She dug deeper into my neck.Ahhhh, I moaned when she let a finger slide into my slippery womanhood. She...inserted her index finger as deep as it would go then started tickling my walls. Ohhhh, I cried. Then her middle finger joined the party. "Ohhhh, Crys...Crystal, baby." Say my name. Say it again," she demanded as she accelerated the motion of her fingers."Crystal! Ohhhh! Yessss! Feels so good! Yessss! Yessss!"Crystal let her tongue travel down my. My father and my mother lived a Ds relationship. I grew up in that. I grew up being taught how to be dominant. I was taught both sides of the relationship. I was just as business savvy as my father. By the time I entered my freshman year of college I had gotten a job at my fathers business. I was already making my own fortune by the end of my freshman year. I had met Alyssa at a party right after finals. We were good friends all the way up to our senior year and that’s when everything changed.. They chatted through out lunch, Tammy talking about her job, Linda’s parents asking about her family. Linda walked ahead with her father after paying the bill and Mrs. Woo hooked her arm in Tammy’s and leaned in as they walked, ‘I’m sorry, dear. We didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that I haven’t seen Linda so happy in a long time, in spite of everything that’s been happening. And, well, we could all see it when she brought you to the house,’ pausing as they negotiated tables, she added,. For all the kind and helpful suggestions---this one is for you! Enjoy!]My daughter, Tiffany, delivered my husband and I quite a shock not long ago when she revealed that she was dating a black guy, and not just a black guy, but a considerably older black guy. My husband, Ronald, threw a huge, and noisy fit over it; and though I was definitely surprised by Tiffany's revelation, I wasn't angry with her (if anything, I was rather envious of her).Ronald had always been an openly racist person, and.