“Freeze bitch. Don’t move and don’t say a word.” I turn the recording equipment off for now. I stare at her for a moment, trying to figure ...ut how she was able to control her body enough to move away from me. “Stand up.” She stands. “Get on your knees.” Immediately she kneels. “Clean my cock with your tongue.” With a look of absolute horror on her face, she leans forward and follows my command. So my control is still absolute. Was it the acute embarrassment caused by the knowledge. John finished getting naked, then lay down on his belly between Chelsea’s legs- arms under her knees and holding her ass. He moved in towards her panties and started to lick down her mons and onto her pussy. He could taste the sweet saltiness of her juices leaking through the lace onto his tongue. Chelsea was sighing and moaning. He worked his tongue around, gently licking down her outer labia and occasionally nibbling at her inner thighs. After a couple of minutes, he started moving closer to. Howick was a pleasant little hamlet in Natal (The last British Outpost). In the seventies, apartheid was at its highest; Blacks lived separately, totally apart from their White counterparts. Fraternisation was not only discouraged but actually punishable by law.When I was 13, I occasioned to join my Dad on a job he was doing in an area called Nottingham Road, where he had to do some work for a Mr. Camden a local farmer. Being that all my friends were off on school holidays to the coast, I. I just know. The clock says I have a little time before Aunt Jen leaves for school. I could go over there and wait. Or I could sit in Tim's recliner.Recliner. Smells of Tim. I lean back against the headrest and close my eyes. Reverie. Interrupted, not at all unexpectedly, buy the tinkling of my iPhone.Text message from Aunt Jen. "GO." Aunt Jen is so subtle. I shouldered my book bag and headed out to meet her."Morning, there," she said. "He hasn't killed you yet?"I giggled. "We tried killing.