"Hey, you mind?" I protested when Cate wandered past as I sat completely exposed on the toilet."Nope," she teased as she leaned forward and peered at ...erself in the mirror—forcing me to glance away as the back of her sleep tee rode up and exposed a good bit of her panty-clad backside, mere inches from my face. "Though it'd be more interesting if you weren't hiding all the good bits," she tossed over her shoulder.Somehow I managed to maintain my composure, though I was being horribly abused and. My mom and dad were able to take time from their busy schedules to attend my funeral. Watching my funeral from above, I saw schoolfriends, teachers, many strangers, my brother Sherwin, Fiona, and even Jesse. My babysitter flew all the way from France.There was not a dry eye in the church when everyone saw my small black coffin. They all thought of me. In the emotional atmosphere they thought about how playful and nice I was. When they thought about me, a piece of my identity was lodged in their. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual 'big booty' favoured by African women. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.Memory fades what her particular want in relation to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do remember how pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her willing mouth. I thought it would never stop.. A prolonged exposure to this torture may harm somebody over a while, but she would be alive after four days, which was all that mattered to the PPED.She had retaken to lying on the floor, clutching her churning stomach and crying. The lack of heating in this concrete cell was beginning to become a factor as well and she had been shivering, goose pimples running down her body. And still her body produced waste. After three days, her bowels were starting to scream at her. She had pissed.