" Then, I took her hand and led her to our bed. She whimpered that she was not sleepy. "It’s OK Rachael; I’ll take care of you now." I helped her...get onto the bed on her tummy and I knelt over her, straddling her hips. I began to massage her back, rubbing my fingers and then knuckles across her shoulder blades, working my way down her back, rubbing her and slowly working down her flanks towards her hips. My fingers then started back up her spine, working up from the base to her neck. I then. I was then told to hop in the shower and get all clean. "ALL clean,"Paige announced. This meant, of course, that I used a special hose togive myself an enema, letting it sit inside me for a few minutes, andthen washing the remains down the drain.I was dried off with the inevitable pink towel, dusted with perfumedpowder, and led off to the bedroom. There on the bed, was laid out adress I hadn't seen before. It was an A line dress, the kind that justsort of flares out from the neck, on down,. I guided him in and I opened up to take it inch by inch. Once I was ready to let know how good it felt. I was moaning and whimpering. His celly told me I had a great ass and lightly slapped my cheek. He said," you really do pretend to be a girl huh?'' and your not like the other hispanics either. They would make it hard on you if they know you were getting fucked by blacks huh? Fuck them, it's not your fault you love black cock. You sure can take it. I didn't say anything. I just . Sandra was strange. She had an iron discipline in some aspects of her life, practically no control in others, as if it were an all-or-none proposition. She discipline her use strictly. Me, I just got scared, backed off and left whenever I wanted more. I’d known Sandra back in the days when she was struggling to make ends meet, working at a fly-by-night insurance agency and living over a Polish deli on Fullerton. The agency had gone bankrupt and she’d met her new boss in court. He’d taken a.