I grew up in a lovely home with a loving family. My parents are absolutely dedicating to ensuring my siblings well-being. And I couldn’t be prouder ...f them. We’re just an easygoing middle-class Black family. Believe it or not, the Black middle class is not a myth. In fact, we’re growing, even in the Recession. When my parents bought our two-story, four-bedroom house on Mash Street in 1999, we were one of two Black families in an upscale, all-white neighborhood. Ten years later, the neighborhood. B.C.U. After her first two years of higher education she was coming to stay with my wife and me for a month. Having started college early meant that her young body was not as developed as the other girls when she left. However after being gone for two years, my little Nerd Niece had blossomed well. She had put on another ten pounds and it was all below the waist and she sported a pair of firm B cups. When I picked Tasha up from the airport, I gave her a high tight hug and for the first time. Then he put a leg spreader bar on my ankles. He wentover to where the buttons were to lift the hook. As you can see, if the hookstarts to go, the rope between my cunt well start to get tighter, and I wouldbe ridding the rope like a saddle. He pushes the button to lift the hook andslowly it goes up and I am quickly forced on my tiptoes. He stops there, andI am thinking to myself oh shit this is going to hurt. Here I am, I'm wearinga ball gag, my hands are tied behind my back, my legs are spread. “Where the hell were you?” Melinda hissed as I stepped behind the counter. “You look like shit! Did you run here, or something?” She was eyeing the wet patches on my shirt. I hoped I didn’t smell too bad.“I woke up late,” I replied softly. “And I’ve been feeling a bit off, today.” That was a massive understatement. “And yes, as a matter of fact, I did run all the way here. I missed the bus.”She wrinkled her petite nose. “You smell like it.” Was all she said in response before turning back to.