I will do anything for you.”“I am trained in a lot of things. I can help you in any way, I worked at a salon in my hometown and know all the femal...-grooming things such as pedicure, manicure, and whatever you say” he added.“Okay, then come in the evening to this address. I will check the quality of your service and then only I can pass you in the training.”Sanjeev was happy that he might get the job. He wore a nice black shirt and grey trouser and reached my house on a Friday evening.I lived in. I also knew I too wanted to be castrated, to be a black mans boy bitch, to suck his cock, a cock much larger then my 5 incher; to hold as many African balls as I could in my hands and be used by them, breed by them, raped by them. By black men with big balls and long thick cocks; I wanted my belly filled with their African cream, and my man pussy scratch, even fist fucked or gang banged if they wanted too. If only I could find me some black men that would fuck me all night it would be a. Danielle held me while we both cried. Jess broke ranks for a moment andcame over and wrapped her arms around us. When we separated, Jess said,?I think it?s time for you to get a look at yourself."She wheeled the mirror over near the bed, but I couldn?t see it yet.She and Danielle helped me stand up. I was wearing a babydollnightgown, and wondered what I would see. The older folks had left, andwhen Jess turned the mirror, I could see why. I looked like Destiny.Not a little, like before, but. What's going on?" asked the Gaffer, "Who are you and how did you do that?"Wendy Too waffled and minced, "Er ... ah ... umm ... fuck ... TIM?!?" She both shouted and begged."Princess?" Tim, I fucked up," she pointed at the throng ... maybe more than a throng ... more than a gathering but less than a crowd."Popped in without checking?" Junior needed me ... you know how mothers are..." she trailed off."Mothers ... I understand." 'Mothers' was an expletive... 'I understand.' was in a resigned.