Jessi was surprised that her mother had changed her bias against race, a drastic change. Jessi had a strong orgasm and was now comfortable with her m...ther’s decision. Jessi then nodded off for a nap.“Jessi,” Joyce called at the bedroom door, “I have dinner ready if you want to eat with us.” Jessi then asked her mother to come in. Joyce sat on the edge of the bed as Jessi said, “Mommy, I’m sorry the way I acted. The shock when I heard you telling him that you wanted him to ejaculate inside. How it would go, who I'd do it with, where we would do it, and so on. Most of the time after such fantasies, I can't help but feel depressed; I'm 16 years old and most guys my age want older, more mature women, say in their twenties.Twenty. It is the age I long for, the age were I can do what ever pleases me, without having a care in the world about what others might think. I always tell myself that I'll be a lot more different than I am now. Later, I dream about becoming a seductive goddess, a. Carol said, "Tom is getting some kidding from the rest of the staff about his attention to this table."I grinned. "It's nice to have our own private busboy. I'm going to ask Uncle Billy if he will let them dance later. My sister has the hots for him."Carol left chuckling while Marianne said, "I do not!" Karen looked at her sternly. She said more quietly, "Well, I do some. He's cute and smart. He's nice to everyone. Satisfied?"Karen said, "Yes, now I'll ask Uncle Billy to have him dance a few. I quickly turned the key and locked his door. I then proceeded to beat the living shit out of him. I didn't stop. I hit him over and over again. I was totally out of control.The door was opened and I was grabbed and pinned to the floor. A bloody mess of a man laid on the other side of the desk. I found out later that the receptionist had duplicate keys to the offices. I guess I should be glad security stopped me when they did or I would have killed the bastard.Shelly was in the hallway crying.