I stood before the door and mustered my courage and knocked lightly. There was no reply. I knocked again, this time a little harder. My heart leapt wh...n the door opened slowly. ‘Tim, right?’ I heard the brunette ask. I could just nod and smiled at her. ‘Well come in, I have been looking forward to this.’ Mindi said, opening the door wider. ‘What have you got there?’ motioning to my hand. ‘I brought some wine for you, thought it might be a good idea.’ I stammered. ‘Well that was nice, hand it. Excited me.” Dad in a low tone said “Yes I want to see you cum for me sweetie. Get your toy.” I sprung up and went to get it and returned quickly, dads skin flushed as he looked at me. I could see he was excited about what was happening. I stood in front of him and turned around a bit shy now all of a sudden. My skin and face felt on fire. I swallow and took the sides of my panties slipping them down. Remembering a porn uncle showed me I bent over as I slid my panties over my ass. I was so. Alignment had won. She couldn’t fight its energy. Instead, she embraced the liberated passion like a long lost friend. She would not argue with the other part of herself any longer. She was a depraved slut, spread open, getting fucked and loving it, even longing for it. OK. Fine. A label. A role. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Bring it on. All of it was a dimension of her–not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scientist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-exist, each part of. Fred had been impressed with Tyrone's stature, as he had never seen such a mountain of a black man up close. His muscular arms were well defined and his ebony skin glistened on his shaven head. Fred mused what woman could accommodate such a man?The room was a din of chatter when Tyrone made his entrance. Fred sat inconspicuously in the corner observing the activities.Tyrone was wearing only a scarlet loincloth, barely sufficient to conceal his manhood. As he walked Fred got glimpses of what lay.