They’re still so vivid, so alive in my mind, I don’t think I could ever forget them, or her, and that’s what I’m most afraid of. I remember lo...king into her face and being mesmerized. She was really breathtaking. She was tall too, really tall and I had to tilt my head back just to look into her eyes when she came closer. She didn’t say a word and neither did I. I just stood there, nailed to the spot, unmoving, un-breathing. She came closer and I gulped, even in my dream. I remember that I. We walked out into the bright sunlight and my eyes took a few seconds to adjust and saw dozens of men, women, children playing in the sand and water. Each one stopped and stared at me as we walked toward the water. As we passed these two teenage couples, Thug said: “Honey, tell these white cunts how much you love a nigger cock in you.”I looked at them, wanting to run and trying to hold back my tears, finally saying. “Love, your nigger cock is so much better than white cock. Why would any white. Then I remembered something else I'd read when researching Gambichows.Queen Kasha of Demonia had reigned for over two hundred and twenty fouryears. Now I had a better estimate of not just Gwendolyn's age butClara's as well.Precious was more than just a bond mate to her on a psychological level,and the Kittens at the Academy were more to her than just girls whoneeded to be taught. She viewed them the same way Clara had viewed thegirls in her own Academy. They were like her own children. The same. I pressed on, perhaps too hard as he winced, catching my eye in the mirror. "Rough day?"I shrugged. "Kids, pensioners, and the impatient." No Santa bearing gifts, in for a beard and eyebrow shape?"I smiled despite myself. "No such luck." There's still time. Take it slow. I'm delicate." Sorry."I eased off and he adjusted the position of his head in response to the angle of the clippers. Muscle memory kicked in, back to the practised, automatic strokes, my mind free-wheeling around elements of my.