“Nothing like your boyfriend shooting his spunk down your throat to start your day off right.” I couldn’t agree more, noticing, however, this is...the first time she used the word boyfriend regarding me. ‘Are we an item?’ I think to myself. We both climb out of bed to start the day.That night at dinner Megan tells me how she met her mom for coffee. “I told her I have a problem, a boy problem. She was like ‘isn’t Ginny enough?’ I told her that it wasn’t that type of boy problem. I said I had met a. The restroom that I entered doesn’t get a lot of through traffic cause it’s far back in the mall, so I was caught by surprise when I was no more then ten feet from the door that a couple come out holding hands with a huge smile on each others faces! They ran off giggling and laughing while they took off. I had an idea of what they did but I want sure, so I went into the restroom and it smelt like sex and sure enough there was a condom in the garbage. The sights and smells kicked my juices in. She looked like hell and was dragging around the kitchen but neither one of us said anything about the night before. Mom started going out three of four times a week and always bringing home men for the same kind of night. She was always drunk and loud and I always rubbed myself to completion while listening to her get fucked in every way your could think of. More and more often the guy or guys would be black. I heard her say that blacks usually had the biggest cocks and she loved big cocks,. Even thought about it for today." I said as I blushed. "You little slut, what a devious mind you have." he responded with a slight grin. "Yes, Sir." I said as I looked at the floor.We left the coffee shop and head down the strip mall. Part way down was a pet store. I knew what he was looking for he wanted a leash to hook onto the D ring on my collar. He couldn't find what he was looking for but he said another time we would go shopping for a leash. Sir asked me, "Did that excite you slut that.