] You can't just lurch from one unforeseen crisis to the next."It was a sound suggestion. On the way to work I thought about how to implement it. I wa... very clear that I wanted to sort out the women I had got so far before I thought about capturing any more. It was a crying shame, though. I could see at least two highly fuckable young women in my carriage, but with great restraint I hung around the men and ugly women and got to work safely.Once in my office I actually managed to get some work. She must had seen the puzzled look on my face. "Like this" She walked up to the toy and she squatted over it, then she almost took her bottoms off exposing her vagina, letting the water spirt up between her legs. Seeing this excited me and made me nervous at the same time but I didn't know why. "See, you just pull your bathingsuit like this." She giggled as she held herself over the spouting water.I was hesitant, I felt like we would get into trouble. I didn't know what masterbation or sex. This time was good. I was at a bar on Beale st in Memphis with my roommate and his wife. I happily stumbled into this beautiful black woman with her arms up dancing. I noticed she had a couple of days stubble under her arm. Which was chubby but tight skin with just a little hint of stretch marks. I told her how beautiful I thought she was (which I never do that), and how I wanted to lick her armpits. She was shocked but then looked at me as though to say your not the dumb white guy who just. Mostly havingdoubts about my worth, beauty, and femininity the curse of being a tall ganglygiraffe of a white girl. Even my independence was a facade build only on myposition as a white woman of privilege. Markus showed me my real beauty and guidedme to an understanding of my true strength. That submission to a man, a realman would unlock my true beauty that would radiate to all. Much deeper thanthat and far more meaningful he allowed me to understand my identity. Hisguidance allowing me to.