On her feet, she just wore a pair of white sneakers without socks. Mom was ready and comfortable enough to take a walk and see what the place had to d... for entertainment. As we walked down the hall and passed by the other rooms, mom and I heard moaning and shouts of sexual pleasures emitting from behind closed doors. The first public room we came across was marked, "Look at my hard pee-pee mommy". Mom and I walked in and saw a couple of boys playing with their hard cocks infront of their. It would take a woman made of sterner stuff than me to agree to being raped, addicted, prostituted, possibly tortured, and ultimately killed. So I decided to become a social activist and I started at our annual holiday party. We held it at the Normandy Hotel this year. My Loring Neighborhood sales office was being slowly dismantled. My staff was being absorbed by Jim or by The Mill. Personally, I wanted to keep Renata by my side, but she had recently fallen in love and was just hanging on until. She'd been torturing me a bit on purpose, I realized. Punish, then reward. Hmm ... such a confident young woman. But before I could melt with gratefulness at her olive branch, she added, "I don't think mom is going to take it so easily, though. She's going to be REALLY, REALLY MAD. And don't even think about hiding it from her. You might be able to ... but I know I won't be able to -- not for long." What do you think we should do? Obviously, we should end things." Since she'd been so kind as to. Oddly enough, even after days of humiliation, perversion, and inexorable punishment masterminded by this brutal woman, he felt satisfied. He was content, blissful in fact that he had finally found the mentally sadistic Black bitch of his dreams, the one individual who divested him of his arrogance, his false sense of superiority, of his white male attitude.A mere 72 hours previously, he could have said no such thing. Three days earlier, John was clueless as to the potential his long weekend.