”“You are correct,” she said. “That is just one more example of why I’m glad my daughter found you.”“Except I didn’t warn.”“Don’... beat yourself up about it,” she said. “I didn’t make you wear a condom.”“Which is interesting,” I said.“To be honest, I still wasn’t sure I was going to do this,” she said. “Buying a condom is one of those things that makes you feel like you’re moving things along. I wasn’t sure I wanted to move things along.”“Well, at a minimum, you can report to Val that her. And the courts help her because they want to break down the African-American family. They don’t want young African-American men and women to become lawyers, doctors, politicians, police officers or artists. They want to keep them dumb. Down in the hole known as the Ghetto. This saddens me. The black race has such potential. We were kings and queens in ancient Africa. We lived in civilized countries which rivaled the Roman Empire in size and accomplishment. We weren’t roaming the jungles in. As she lay looking up at him, he leaned down over her and eased his fingers under the stretchy waistband of her sheer knickers. "No Mark please no" dropping her hands down and grabbing at her knickers.As she did, Marks eyes darted up to the flattened mountains of flesh on her chest. Just then, there was a soft ripping sound as her knickers gave way and came loose in his hands."No, please, Darling ..." she begged as Mark pulled the tattered remains of her knickers down her legs. Tossing her. He had told me to count, but it had entirely slipped my mind. How many times was it already? Five? Six? I could make up a number and bring it to Dallas, but would he know I was lying? And how would he punish me for lying to him and breaking his rules. I sat in my room for the next hour, making sure to count every orgasm I had precisely, consciously. By the time I needed to leave for my next class, I was up to ten orgasms. My mind was racing and my heart rate was in a repetitive cycle of.