After each five strokes I checked her face, the only change was an increase in the number of tears after 25. Changing targets, her thighs and legs bec...me the focus of my aim for the next 25, still she remained stoic in her response. Fifty strokes had been given and I again spoke quietly to her, ‘Bitch, would you that I stopped before damage is done to your most intimate of treasures? You have only but to surrender: as a woman of quality, I would honor your word.’ For the first time, she was. .. I have something for you. Bind her wrists." Fatima ordered. The two orderlies each took an arm, lifting them above her head and binding her at the wrists. Effortlessly, they lifted the little biracial girl up. "Bring her into my lab..." Fatima whispered huskily. The adjoining room was closed with double doors, the woman opening them wide and leading them all in. Inside was one of the facility's premiere breeders 'Bull'. The large African male licked his dark lips as he stared at her. The. Recalling our brief encounter he had made it clear than when he made love to a woman, he wanted complete nudity, no jewelry, or body hair, he specified flesh grinding on flesh, as if in his desperation, he wanted to climb back into the womb, perhaps he had a fixation with his mother, back then we all laughed when we discussed him, but now, as I stand naked and shaved, just for him, I felt different, was I becoming perverted, a shaven toy for his perversions, it looked on surface I was, if only. Then she sat back down again like she was suddenly out of energy. “You’re just too damn good looking for any straight guy to ignore you for very long. It was just a matter of time.” I just fidgeted where I was standing, not really sure what to say to that. Mom knew I was gay, and she also knew that I was no longer a virgin. What she didn’t know was that I’d probably had more sex partners than she ever had in her 36 years of life. I probably should’ve been appalled by that, but I just wasn’t. I.