I entered the kitchen a few minutes later and found her clearing away breakfast debris scattered across the counter. Gwen and I had gotten stoned that...morning and her stash still sat out in the open next to some empty coffee cups. A half-dozen tightly rolled joints were arranged neatly together in a small wooden box, the lid wide open. Chelsea pulled one out and said that the stuff was too expensive to buy at middle school, and that she got high by relying on the kindness of others. At. "You know what bad slaves get, do you not?" I admonished her."Do bad slaves get their butts spanked?" she asked, coquettishly. "Or would a bad old master have something more sinister in mind?" How sinister might you imagine?" Well, a poor helpless girl couldn't do much about anything he would do, could she? He could spank her butt, he could ravish her in any of a number of different ways, or he could..." and she paused, gazing at me over her shoulder from beneath hooded eyes. " ... He could. You don't look right. You don't feel right. You don't even smell right. All I get from you is this continual feeling of wrongness. And then I close my eyes and I hear your voice in my head and it is music. I am confused as hell. And all I know is I need something more if I am going to make this thing work." I would do anything to make you happy, Revekah." Could you come here? But leave the lights off. Just come and sit on end of the bed like you always do. I just don't want to be alone right. The damn thing was even bigger than mine at full attention…Brutus smiled at me and asked Ana what she was wanted…My slutty babe gave him a very sensual glance and lifted her miniskirt, revealing her nicely shaven mound and that infamous spade tattooed on it. Ana said she would like to have her little spade there touched up…The other black guys took a good look at her nice cunt and I then noticed she was getting aroused about men, since her swollen pussy lips now looked glistening…Brutus.