His hand moved up my thigh and felt the strap of my garter belt. Smiling at me he then smoothed his hand down my thigh, resting just above my knee. Hi... hand began to softly massage the flesh just above my knee.He began conversations with persons assigned to the table, all the while rubbing my thighs through the material of my dress.Wickedly I decided to move things along a little. I moved my right hand under the table and dragged my evening dress up my shins and over my knees, exposing my legs. . m-my son. Andy." He threw back his head and said a batch of stuff in Arabic I didn't understand. The guy with his arms around me put his hand under the short skirt and grabbed between my legs. I jumped like crazy at that, I tell you. Then he put his hand in my panties and felt around until he found my penis and balls. Then he laughed and said some things to his friends. I didn't catch it all. "Oh honey," mom said, crying. "I'm so sorry for this." "It wasn't your fault, mom," I said.. "Hi!" Venus, Vendy, Vesti," Seven nodded to each of the girls as she named them. They waddled over to greet her. She picked up and cuddled each of them. "Have you been good?" Yes," they lied."Tricked your dad?" No," lied twice!"Have you been taking care of your toys?" Yes," no lie."Good girls," she chuckled."I knew something was ... not necessarily wrong ... but not quite right," I said. "What did you do?" A judicious application of modern pharmacology," Seven said."Your modern?" I asked."Well,. I down loaded that Mpeg so I could watch it over and over again, and I did wishing it was me being castrated in that way. Wishing I to could find and suck, and be fucked by so many well hung black men. Yes I have cock envy and want to hold a black mans long thick fucking bull-stick and get it in every hole I got. I also knew I too wanted to be castrated, to be a black mans boy bitch, to suck his cock, a cock much larger then my 5 incher; to hold as many African balls as I could in my hands.