I heard her call from the living room, “I’m out here.”Sure enough, she was on top of an Asian man I’d seen before. They were on the big thick ...ove rug where Mommy often took men. I think she called this man Mr. Chang. His yellow dick was going in and out of Mommy’s cunt as her black ass moved around. I went around in front of her so she could see my stiffie. Mr. Chang was really playing with her big hanging black titties.She spoke to Mr. Chang and lifted off of his cock. I knew to go behind her. The hot moist air and the caress of the water enhance the image and you sigh and slowly embrace the relaxing feeling of the image and the water. The soft sound of water bouncing from your shoulders onto the curtain sounds like a waterfall. You picture yourself there and standing beneath that waterfall. Your eyes closed you take a deep breath and relax under the warm water. A slow touch against your skin doesn’t bring you back from your dream like state, nor does the gentle caress that follows.. She nestled herself between his outstretched thighs and said: ‘Sir, I mean everything I say, when I tell you that I want to be, long to be, beg to be, beseech you to allow me to be your slave. I am an educated modern woman and I know what I am offering, and I’m offering it for as long as you want. I will do what you tell me, when you tell me, in the way that you tell me. I promise to learn how to be good for you, and to adore you as my master!’ She stopped, brought to a halt by her own. Prof. Baker didn’t call on anyone. “Those of you raising your hands are thinking about the wrong question. Does a peacock care why his tail is so beautiful? No, that question is one for scientists,” she hissed the word, “to ponder in their ivory towers. I’m sure they’ll come up with some evolutionary explanation to try and illuminate their sexless, boring lives. Don’t be like these people. Focus on the right questions. Be the peacock, beautiful and happy, not the inchworm, forever trying to.