I didn't look over my shoulder. I wasn't sure if she took the hint by me not responding, and would leave the house. I didn't hear anything for a secon..., so I headed to the bathroom. I got the shower water going, and I pulled the curtain back. I still heard nothing. I'd assumed she left.I undressed, and I climbed into the shower. As I stood there, under the hot water, I felt it pulsing against me. Hot, steamy, and it was heating up the bathroom. And without warning, the shower curtain pulled. While not connected to the network, this generally is not a big issue. She had been shocked to find that the laptop was the one assigned to Paul. She was further shocked to see it had been connected to a series of sites of young white men fucking older black women! To be more precise, the sites showed black women enslaving young white men in all kinds of graphic situations and all kinds of BDSM followed! She had printed out the report and then deleted it. At home, she had spent hours. Then he took off his clothes and told me to hold his erect penis and rub it with my two hands. I was scared and didn’t want to. He told me if I didn’t, he would make me go naked in the house for a whole week.“This happened almost every month, sometimes twice, especially when he didn’t have to go to work on Saturdays. The first several times, he would come to my room late at night while I was sleeping, wake me, grab me by the hair, and then drag me to his room. After a while, I already knew what. Angie sucked in air as her pulse rate rose.Myra opened her eyes when she heard the Angie's heavy breathing at the door. She looked directly into Angie's pretty blue eyes. Those eyes shone with a pent up sexual energy and longing that caused Myra to catch her own breath. Myra seductively winked at Angie and by cutting her eyes indicated that Angie should go on to her room. Angie looked longingly at the scene in front of her and thenmouthed to Myra, "Come to my room. Please! Hurry!" Angie walked.