All before I was twenty-four years old. My name is Samuel Xavier. Brother Samuel to my friends. I’m a big and tall bisexual black male writer living...in the Boston area. Down in Massachusetts. This here is my story. Am I paranoid when I assume the white man or white woman I see giving me funny looks is a closet racist who means me harm simply because I’m brown-skinned? Am I wrong to feel uncomfortable when a white male or white female in a police uniform stares at me too long? Am I evil for. I said i can do whatever for you.Helped mom to reach to reach bed lied on bed reversely to apply cream. I asked her to sleep while apply cream and feel like doing by assistant. I started folding up her Nightie till back. She wore panty in black color. I started applying cream at her back; she was feeling like nurse doing that. I started massaging her back with gel applying back and need to apply till butts of her. I slowly moved my hands down till butts of my mother and also applied cream at. I was hoping for an ass poke but it didn’t happen. Instead, she started “kneading” the inside of my thighs; starting at the knee and slowly working up to where my thighs met my ass. At first she didn’t get too high but each time she went from my knee to my ass she went a little higher and as she got close to my ass did it slower. The first time her fingers brushed against my balls she whispered “excuse me”. I didn’t reply! I guess that was a sign for her because a few times after that she began. We hit it off straight away, I don't really know why, but we just clicked. He offered me the position, I was to come in Tuesdays and Fridays starting the following week.I duly turned up for work on my first day, and he showed me where everything was kept, and also wanted me to wear a French maids outfit about the place while I was working there. This was a bit of a shock to me initially, but when he said it would make an old man very happy, and besides, there would be a little something extra.