How did I get naked!? I suddenly realized I was naked all over again. How did I get home from Charlotte's house? Where'd that pretty little butterfly ...o?"I like how you melt, little butterfly. It feels like someone sucking on my cock when you melt on me like that."And then the sucking wetness was gone. The pretty, happy feeling of being inside something slippery and swirly was suddenly gone."Swippwy ... swerwy..." I mumbled. "Come back, butterfly."I reached down, and the hair was gone, the head. . yithra naalum mind cheayaadhe nashtta peduthiyadhu mudhalum palisayum chearthu yeedaakki aal alle Cheachikk yirikka porudhi kittu.. yinni mudhal yee thiru vadi yenikku maathrayi theer yezhudhiyedhukkaya ketto.. appo pulikkano.. njaan samsayam choadhichu.Oh, angehr oru paavam alle, penninu veanda suham kalichu kodukkan mosam alla.. nalla samayath sahaayicha aal alle, nanni keadu kaattarudh allo.. ayalkk yidakk yenne pannanam yennu thoannumbhol pokki pidichu varum… njaan thuni maatti kidannu. Bobby was officially my “boyfriend” because Ma had told me that was usually who you fucked before you were married. When I told Bobby that limitation, he asked if a girl could have more than one boyfriend? The ones in the magazine sure did so I made them boyfriends too.Many days I fucked all of them. It was such fun. By the time the last one finished, the first one was usually hard again and I got to start all over. Even though their cocks weren’t as big as Bobby’s, my pussy would adjust just. I am a White woman who wants to be enslaved by a dominant Black master. I want to be treated harshly because, deep down, I know that’s what I deserve. It’s what I crave. I’m a submissive White slut and I need a strong Black man to put me in my place. I’ve looked long and hard for the Black male dominant of my dreams. And I found him in the persona of Samuel Xavier, an adjunct professor of African-American History at one of Boston’s top private colleges and a forthrightly bisexual Black male.