I made my way with others - some looking quite familiar with everything and a somewhat smaller number looking almost as confused as I was myself. Even...ually I found Mr. Braxton's room and went in and took a seat along with twenty some other students.Not surprisingly the first days still seems somewhat of a blur. I was taking English, Geometry, Biology, German, Health and Physical Education, and something called Intro to Computers which appeared to be concerned with teaching us to use word. I left that go as at least he wasn’t fucking me. In fact, he paid very little attention to me or our daughter. One late winter night there was a knock on our door. It was the local police and they explained that there had been an accident and that my husband was dead. It seemed he was drunk and drove his car into a telephone pole. I buried the bastard and collected his 10 thousand dollar life insurance and moved back to Ohio where my mother lived by herself.I lived with my mom until I found a. Let me tell you the story; it is notlong.? Despite the gravity of the topic, both slave girls preparedto enjoy the tale. Sarah was a great storyteller, and even an everyday event,when recounted by her, became a treat. ?I dated Paul when I was in high school and he was apromising young engineer. I started to sub for him when I was 17. By the time Iwas 18 I knew I wanted him as my master forever, and on my birthday, as mygift, I asked him to take me in, as his slave. He accepted, thinking that. “He has numb dick, he won’t feel It.” she explained. Her ass jiggled while she humped the boy and her master always found that exciting. She was well aware of the view she was giving him and over-dramatized it a bit.“Says you, but you don’t have one.” he replied, letting her ass hypnotize him a little, “You ok in there Jeff?” unable to see his face, all he could see was the jiggling ass Ying sported.A muffled, “Yeah” was all he got back in reply. At least he wasn’t kicking up a fight like the.