He kissed me again, massaging my thighs now loose by his sides. I was feeling terribly tired, and when he started rubbing my back with his rough hands...I almost instantly fell asleep. When I woke up I was in my car, dressed and covered by his jacket. He was driving and I could recognize my own neighborhood. I stared at him in surprise. What? Your address was in your wallet. I figured you wouldnt be able to drive… And you really shouldnt stay in the camp, so I brought you home. He said looking at. "What's up?" she asked.Chelsea and Kendra looked at each other and giggled. Chelsea said, "We're all done, and we're more than an hour early. Everything is ready for you. Candles, bath is drawn, oils, the lot."Kendra piped up. "I'll iron your dress, where is it?" Incredulous, Elaine pointed to the bags by the door, next to Kendra's feet. Kendra smiled and picked them both up, quickly looking in the Victoria's Secret one and saying, "Cool," then passing it to Chelsea who also took a peek."Nice,". What she had done made it plain that I was a man dressed formaximum sissyness. I cringed at what she had done but -- again -- didn'tprotest. Instead I turned to her, simpered, and put my hands on the sidesof my face, saying, "Thank you, Miss Anna. Regina (Reg-eye-na) is happy,happy, happy that you made her so so pretty." She got a thrill out ofhearing me demean myself with such inane speech, and if I did it withoutprompting I earned extra approval. It humiliated me to use that voice,but I. My mother did it for her arrogant white roommate, and my friend Ashley did it for me. Yes you heard me right. Ashley, a somewhat attractive white girl who is my personal little plaything.You see unlike when my mother was growing up, where whites were superior, times have definitely changed. White people today wont admit it, but many of them totally get off being submissive to a strong willed black person.I didn't realize it right away when I first met Ashley. She was a simple white girl who.