.. this is thestory all about howmy life got flipped,turned upside downAnd I’d like to take a minute,just sit right thereI will tell you how I becam...the prince of atown called Bel-Air(The horns and other percussion came in)In west Philadelphia,born and raisedOn the playground waswhere I spent most of my daysChillin’ out, maxin’,relaxin’ all coolAnd all shootin’ some b-balloutside of the schoolWhen a couple of guys,were up to no goodStarted making troublein my neighborhoodI got in one little. He sat back in the rattan chair to wait for her while the scotch cooled in the glasses on a low table in front of him.Cindy swished into the conservatory wearing a blood red silk kimono with a Chinese stylised dragon embroidered on the back. It was short, even on the average person, it would have been short, but on Cindy, it only came to mid-hip level; also, it was open at the front, resting, parted on her breasts that still looked like a dead heat in a Zeppelin race only more so, now that the. As she watched me closely, she moved her hand and arm deeper, seemingly deeper than she had been before, then slowly pulled back. I felt her clenched fist relax and uncurl as her hand slipped past my sphincter.I gasped as her hand left me, the last stretch followed by a sense of longing and emptiness. She took off her gloves and softly caressed my face with her right hand."Looked like you were having a good time."I laughed. "Ah, yeah. Indescribable. And you?"She leaned forward and kissed me. I go on my hands and knees obediently, naked as usual. Reaching the black girl, who is relaxing comfortably in an armchair, i kiss her feet. She kicks me slightly in the face, and i kiss her kicking foot again. She is smoking thoughtfully. "Listen, Snothead."The humiliating name Snothead used to be just mockery, but now it is my official name. One-word names are allowed since Wimbian legislation restored slavery in the country. After that i got registered as Mr Hagarch's property. This legal.