“Hello Davik,” Ruben said warmly, “This is Grant and Jasik. They work for me, and are here to help you to bring in all the wood.”I smiled and ...odded, “Thank you Ruben, I welcome all the help I can get. The faster I get all of this done, the better.”I shook their hands and explained how we would be getting the wood back to the house. We put the boards for the ramp into the back of the wagon and got on. We then made our way to the gate. I gave a hello to the guards, went back to my collection of. She knew she was, to use her mother's words, "an oversexed little bitch". She had always needed boys, and been unable to resist a firm hand on her shoulders, pulling her inwards for a kiss and a fumble. And fumbles had quickly become fucks. By the age of 13 she was letting boys get their fingers wet inside her panties, and learning to love the smell of her own excited cunt. At 14 she lost her virginity in the back of a neighbour's son's car, parked just off the roadside. He had virtually ripped. I’d tell Daddy all about it after he’d left as we lay in bed together and Daddy would fuck me hard with Johns cum still inside me.Years later I still sleep with John even though he’s married with two c***dren. We meet at a hotel and have sex for the weekend like we are school k**s again.My favourite seduction was my form teacher Mr Watkins. He deliberately sat me at the front of the class and this allowed me to sit and expose my thighs at the top of my grey stockings and get him turned on. I. “No, but it’s the man keepin’ us down that’s the problem.”“You’re even dumber than you look. I’m getting good money to do my job for forty hours a week. Guess what? I work for a white guy and he isn’t keeping me down. He’s teaching me the business so that I can run it some day,” replied Martin. He glanced over at the other three kids and noticed they were nodding their heads in agreement with him.“Forty hours a week? Shit, that’s slavery.”“Do you think the white guys don’t want to sit around.