Aside from the names obviously, everything else is true and correct. I hope you enjoy the story, I have more stuff that will be in t he works soon. Ke...p in mind I'm not an author by any stetch of the imagination. But I thought it's time to try it out and get some practice.....In her own words....We went home after the bar struggling to stay focused long enough to get to our house. I figured since D'andre and I were pretty lit from the weed and ecstasy and were in a kinky mood we'd have a little. "Thank you mistress, I deserve this." "That's right, cock, you deserve this. I will not be so lenient next time." I loved the sound of her voice. It is commanding, but also so erotic. The slaver then reached between my legs and held my ball sack in her hand. It had the right feel. Firm, but did not cause any pain or discomfort. I never felt anything this pleasant. The slaver removes her hand and orders us to stand up. She goes to the first boy. The slaver stands very close to him. She asks him. The land of the free had become a playground for a bunch of fools. It seemed playing victim was the way to go in America. Black people did it. They were always blaming all their problems on the white majority. Racist hillbillies from the heartland blamed their problems on blacks and liberals. Women blamed their problems on men. We lived in a culture where male-bashing was extremely practiced and tolerated. It was all ‘ men this’ and ‘men that.’ Don’t get me wrong, men did their share of bad. She grinned. "Wow, Tiffany, you look so cute!" Tiffany?" I thought.Jessica grabbed a flashlight. "Get your bag, and we'll go, okay?"I looked at the ground and saw a large plastic bag in the shape of a pumpkin. The wish. Jessica was going to take me out for Halloween I was going to go trick-or-treating again, which is what I wanted, but I never said anything about being a little girl! Especially, some fairy! And I defiantly didn't want Jessica to forget that I was really her older brother.I.