’ And Tracie was being followed, alright. ‘Gail,’ Tracie turned toward the woman that Jack had so ravaged about sixteen hours before. ‘Show us...the bruises.’ With great drama, the training director lifted her modest skirt which was well below-the-knee, turned around slowly, and with rich irony, bashfully peeled aside a pair of cotton white panties that would have looked conservative on Betty White, exposing deep black-and blue bruises on her buttocks and upper thighs. She then pointed to her. Now that I’m here I don’t quite know what to do.”I knew that by typing this answer, the implication was that I accepted the title of “slut.”I felt sexy and a vague feeling of self pride in being seen as a slut.Things had rapidly escalated since that first tentative foray onto the Forum. Several men were now conversing with me, and their dialogue was crude and degrading. I loved it and felt so sexy and lustful. Thank God that my husband had no idea that his wife was doing this sort of thing.I’d. ’ The voice belonged to a woman, her naked rear sticking up in the air as she pushed the blankets away, it was getting too hot for all that wool. She was shapely and pale, long blonde hair falling in thick waves down her back. Trapped beneath her was a woman more petite in comparison, her tiny chest pumping sporadically as she tried to control the feelings coursing through her body. ‘Oh, Adira, gods above…’ the small woman moaned, the blonde licking her lips hungrily at the sound of her name.. . Zoom! I was looking her in the eye and a week later, looking down at her. But not looking down on her, no way! My mom's righteous and I love her. I might be taller than she is, but I'll always be looking up to her, you know?I have black hair, and it's kinky yeah, but I comb it out and get it permed so it's more straight and falling around my shoulders. It looks good like that. I have a heart shaped face and big brown eyes, caramel eyes to go with my dark brown skin. Red lips, I got lucky.