. . wait, you took Jack along with you, and came back to be 'Johnny Wadd' in our bedroom. Do you mean to say our son had some kind of secret, that ma...es you a super-stud? How does that work? But that's it, right? It's Jack's secret? It is Jack's secret . . . , but you already told me that he listens at our door when, we are screwing. By the way I think we ought to put a stop to that. What would be something that would affect you so powerfully? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I like. I knew that he had a reason for wanting me to suffer. I knew that if I obeyed him that there would be a greater reward to come. I chose to trust my faith in Master T and not to disappoint him. When I got home, I stripped and showered. I sat on the edge of the tub and lathered up my pussy with shaving cream and began the chore of shaving myself bald for him. I took care not to cut myself, but also to remove every last hair. I had learned that lesson well, when one time there were a. The White woman wants to be Number One, with the White man as her Number Two. The Black woman wants to destroy the Black man to prove her allegiance to the International Sisterhood of Man-Haters, also known as the feminist movement. Yet even though no White person in history has destroyed more Black men than the Black woman, the Black woman is stunned to discover that White women still don’t see her as their equal. The Black woman has a really short memory. She has actually bought into the. Yet, she knew that she herself had been the first to say anything about how their lovemaking was. She had hurt him unnecessarily by doing so. Maybe even hurt him too much to repair. She should not have gone there. That was wrong, very wrong.Driving up the meandering road her thoughts turned to her confused feelings and emotions pertaining to her sexual relationships with both men. Morally, she knew that her relationship with two men was wrong. Yet doing so felt so right. Only during the first.