It was incredibly humiliating to ask for permission to piss or shit.Master also wanted me to call my mouth a cum-hole, my pussy a cunt-hole and my ass...a shit-hole. He liked to talk about my tits like they were udders and he told me once he’d like to see me lactate and give breast milk again like when the kids were little. I didn’t even breast feed back then. Enfamil was free from WIC and I smoked, so I fed them formula from the bottle. My tits got swollen and huge after I had my kids. That’s. The black guy just looked me up and down and said “I love fat boys” that sent chills down my spine, the other old white guys said I look like a chocolate bunny. I asked John what is going on. John said if I wanted the other $500 just pose for him. I nervously walked to the middle of the livingroom, John sat on the couch, Lamar started taking pictures and Mike asked John “Where did you find this whore?” Lamar said my ass is fat and looks good. John took me to spin around for him. I turned and. " But boys don't curl their hair." Boys miss out on a lot of lovely things. What's nice about the three of us living here is that you don't have to miss a thing. I think you would look wonderful with a nice curly hairdo. And I am very proud that you want your hair to look more like Mommy's. Will you let me see what I can do?" OK. I guess."It was so exciting! She brought out some electric curlers and put up my hair with them. I couldn't believe how heavy they were, or how good I felt when all my. "I what? Didn't know what she was talking about? Hey, mom, guess I forgotabout that incident, too. Know what else? I can't really remember a wholelot of my life from before Monday of this week. I could tell you all aboutthe life and times of a guy named Sam Davenport, but I'm sure you'd justthink I'm on drugs.I decided to go with the safe option. "The thing with me and Jen wasdifferent."She shrugged. "I know it was, sweetie. And I'm not saying it was yourfault. Or even that you could have done.