All our Mommy-slaves did.Clint was at the table set up beneath the awning, a white cloth around it, pink candles in a silver candelabra in the center....A bottle of champagne cooled in a silver bucket of ice. He rose, looking handsome and rakish in his black blazer and dark-blue, silk shirt, the top few buttons left undone. He had a hungry grin as Alicia flew to him.“Daddy, Daddy!” She threw herself into him, hugging his tall and powerful frame. “They came! They’re here!”“Yes, they are,” Clint. Then, asI settled into the tub with a razor in my hand, a calmness fell overme. I didn't have a choice. I needed to go because I myself needed togo; not because mom demanded it. With that, I looked at my arms, whichI had never shaved before and grinned. I spent almost two hours shavingevery inch of my skin before I got out of the tub, rubbing in some skinlotion when I was dry. I wanted to fight it, but my growing need to getout of the house as a girl plus mom's ultimatum provoked me into. One of my favorite times was when two black guys came by a motel I was playing in. I was doing phone sex and messaging people while watching myself in a mirror and surfing porn. I’d listened to a bunch of nasty fantasies and heard a lot of dirty stories while jacking myself painfully near orgasm. I had even chatted with a woman who called in on the guy’s side to cum with another woman. It was a great session. A guy who was obviously black introduced himself as Levonne. He messaged me. Sie klang rauchig, irgendwie exotisch, lockend und keine Spur eines Vorwurfes. „Mm", brummte ich wohlgefällig, „ich glaube nicht, dass ich dir noch länger widerstehen kann. Ich will dich! Seid gestern kann ich nur noch an dich denken. Bitte lach mich nicht aus, Britta, ich bin vernarrt in deinen geilen Po!" Jetzt war es heraus. Mir war als höre ich mein Blut rauschen. Kompletter Unsinn, natürlich! Aber, ich hörte ihn, diesen abnormen Wellengang in meinem Ohr!„Frank, bitte, wir könnten doch.