I had been sodomised and orally raped; my back passage was still sore from Eddie's invading penis. I could still taste the swampy, salty, taste of 'Ir...n Bar' Steve's secretions which he had deposited in my unwilling mouth; and my ribs and stomach muscles still ached from the pummelling I had received from Eddie during the evening.I looked in the mirror again and saw what I really was; a small, insignificant male prisoner forced to wear makeup and jewellery. A parody of a woman! A man compelled. "Hey, hey, babe, calm down, I ain't done yet. Don't go countin' yer spooks before they haunt." What do you mean?" What I mean is that this stinks jus' like everything else this week. Jason, yer right. Graveyards don't jus' get abandoned. I find it mighty convenient that this one did jus' after Stephanie was buried there. Here's another thing: she supposedly died in a barn fire. What's the first thing that happens after something like that? Someone makes a big fuss 'bout abandoned barns. Or. If you like his behind, make him shave that, too. And make sure you inspect his work. Hairlessness makes him more vulnerable. It's also better for those occasional blowjobs.Touch, but don't let him touch – Outside the bedroom, follow a hands-on, hands-off policy. Touch him frequently – a pat on the behind, a face-to-face grope of his package, a playful twist of his nipples. When he tries to reciprocate, give him the evil eye and require him to ask permission.Ladies first – Train your man to be. His young male ego was bursting with pride as he was obviously satisfying the white woman who was old enough to be his mother.His slow pace was much more enjoyable and after another five minutes she was breathing hard as she heard him starting to grunt with each thrust. She could tell that he was close to climaxing and she let herself go as she felt the young man's black seed exploding into her womb. "OOOHH Freddy!" she moaned.They stayed locked together while he caught his breath and the water.