"Her tears had stopped flowing hard, but were still fresh on her face. Her voice was subdued, full of defeat. "I'm your little slut." "Am I your Maste..., slut?"The tears were coming down again, shame flooding her mind so completely. "Yes." Her voice was so soft and meek. "You are my Master." Good girl. And you're my special little whore." With that degrading statement, he turned and left the room.She stayed in the bed for another 20 minutes, crying, before getting up to clean herself and. Tom Hall sat in his office looking around at the half-empty bookshelves. "Not much to show for all my years at this school." He said to himself. There was a sudden knock on the door to his office."Excuse me Tom," Assitand of Disaplin Orion Dunn said as he entered Tom's office. "I wonder if I might have a moment of your time."Sighing inwardly Tom stopped packing the box on his desk and said, "What do you want Orion? You should be happy, the school is putting me out to pasture and that means that. " My heart was racing as I said this, but I did not take my eyes from his. 

"Better still! But don't hide behind everyone else. Tell me, what this sexy, married, white woman needs." A stereotype. I need a stereotype." I whispered. He met my overtly racist comment with a smile."You're in luck. Now finish your drink." As we rotated back towards the bar, he pulled his stool closer to mine, and directed my hand into his lap."This stereotype is going to split you in two." And he might be right. My. It was a neighborhood party that her parents were throwing, but there were still some people our age. That night I found myself in a hot tub with Michaela, her friends Deanna, Natalie, my friend Ryan, and some other guy. Michaela’s dad was right next to the hot tub, grilling some burgers and hotdogs for everyone. I never expected to find myself in the events that occurred that night. I mean, Michaela and I had talked about possibly having a little threesome with someone if the chance arose..