And there is nothing that says you can't have black customers or that you can't socialize with them. After all, isn't that what I was doing with Ron? ...o, Cyn must have had a legitimate reason for being there.It was a day later when Cyn came home. "How was your trip?" Exhausting. It was great from a sales point of view, but trying to convince a bunch of dumbshits to buy from you what they know they need anyway gets to be tiring after a while." Have you eaten yet?" No, but that's not what I. I was on the verge of meeting “her” in person for the first time and she was going to take me on a sexual journey into the fascinating world of BDSM. Regarding the circumstances you might say that I was full of moral ambiguity because deep in my heart I knew exactly what I was about to encounter and how it would forever change me. I knocked on the door but almost immediately before I could finish, she swung the door wide open and there she stood. She was a brunette about 5 ft. 3 and had a very. Now go be a teenager.”“Yes sir.”Going home, I made it just before mom did. I was coming back into the kitchen as she walked in.“So, what happened today?”I then told her what happened, avoiding the actual conversation, though she kept pushing to find out. I knew she would blow a gasket if she found out. I kept skirting it until she finally gave up. Then I told her to expect a call from Bob. I was pressed as to why, though I told her I’d let Bob fill her in.I went up to my room and worked on my. They were room mates onceagain, though they had to share a narrow cot. Theother prisoners assembled for their exercises andwork details, leaving Carol and Sara alone in thebarn, huddled together under the blanket. Sara toldCarol what had happened. "I guess I was lucky incomparison," said Carol. "It was John who butt-fucked me." No, how awful." Not as bad as being choked by a penis or havingyour clit cut." Yes, you are right. I hope you never get a visitfrom Big Dick, his real name is.