I know all of it. How you gave your 18 year old cunt to that dirty pervert. How he trained you to be such a good little whore. How you fucked your own...mother and father at his direction. No, no do not stop sucking my cock bitch. I do not need you to explain anything. You should have told me long ago. Now you are my slave. My bitch, My whore. James roughly face fucks Emma's throat a few times to make his point, and she settles down and accepts her fate sucking her husband's cock meat. James goes. ”I followed her down the hall, maneuvered my chair past the door and backed it into my room. By the time I got there, Em had her sweats off and was mauling her breasts with one hand while she stroked her slit with the other.“Get over here close to the bed. We have to work out a position since you aren’t in bed.” I backed my chair up next to the bed in the position she directed me to. She quickly got the velcro closure of my little skirt open and unfastened the diaper. Just seeing her come in. She swiveled in the chair and tucked her legs under the desk. She leafed through the stack of papers in her "Out" box, finding nothing that she hadn't read and reread several times. She peeked at the "In" box. Still as empty as it had been five minutes earlier.She had already wandered through the office suite twice. Repeating that again would accomplish little except bug the people that worked so hard. She checked her date book and the clock sitting on one corner of the desk. Still 30 minutes. "So, My Dear, what is new in your life?" We got a couple of new kids at school today." That's nice. I guess you don't get a lot of new kids once school starts." No, we don't, but that's not all. They're Negroes." You don't say. In good old La Mesa. I can't say that I'm surprised." I don't understand." Leslie, how much do you know about Negroes?" Not a lot. I used to like to listen to some of their songs on the radio. James Brown had some good songs and so did The Supremes. But my father told me.