My story begins when I was 18 actually , and it has a very strange beginning, my mom who is 40 now has not interest in her daily life partly due depre...sion and partly I don’t know , and my father who was 45 then has a very active life ,he is very active social life.I was brought up with my elder sister who were my friend till she got married , and I was alone without her , and my home atmosphere not begin so conducive , I started looking for friends who I had many mostly girls and we did all. "You know you can go to hell for doing that." she said to me.I was so scared. "I dont wan tto go to hell, I am so sorry. What can I do?" "Meet me tonight in my room when Mom is asleep and I will help you" LAter that night I went into her room. She had a book with her called Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask. She said it all kinds of things in there about sex and masuturbation. We looked through the book for awhile. I learned about circle jerks and gloryholes.. At that moment, more than anything in this world, Iwanted to be used just as a sex object by this beautiful blackman. I reached between his legs and fondled his large, hairyballs as he continued to feed at my breasts. Soon, his hand wasinside my panties, rubbing my buttocks. I removed my panties andstood before this black adonis totally nude. Whatever I haddenied my husband sexually, I could not deny Richard. I kissed my way down his smooth chest, stopping to suck onhis nipples. I licked his. During a most pleasant dinner a fierce storm arrived with its lightning providing more light than the many candles and gas lanterns could offer. Evidently something of great import to Baring had surfaced, but he kept it from me throughout the evening, instead he along with Mrs. Baring insisted that I remain as their guest rather than chance traveling home on such a stormy night. I accepted the offer, and having done so, realized it would be the first night away from Number 7 Saville Row in.