I decided to put a pizza in the oven and put on a film whilst waiting for mom to get in. Then at around 9:30pm there were heavy foot steps outside and...before I could get up and look to see what it was, there was mom bursting in through the front door. She seemed very stress and bothered. She was wearing her dark glossy satin governess blouse which was fully buttoned from the top and a short white pencil skirt. Furiously she walked into the living room and threw her jacket which she was carrying. I did all the housework as my wife,mother-in-law and daughter lived a life of luxury. By now all 3 womenhad regular black boyfriends, in addition to the droves of other blackmen who came to call whenever it took their fancy. Sheila's and Ann'sboyfriends were called Wayne and Leroy, as strapping pair in their midtwenties, whereas my daughter's lover was an older man in his 40's calledTony.Whereas by now I'd learnt my place as servant to the superior black race,sadly there was one member of my. ‘Didn’t it hurt? I mean, you’re awfully tight.’ ‘Uh yeah, it did, and it took a full bottle of lube and a lot of sweat to take it but it was worth the effort. ‘What’s the metal thing on the back for?’ ‘It’s set up for a strap on, but I’ve never tried that. I’d have to be d***k as a skunk to even think about it.’ ‘Trisha must be a big girl.’ ‘Nope, she’s a petite little thing that I’d love to make love to. I got to know her pretty well. She uses a butt plug to open herself up before they make. Katya took my hand and asked me to stay.I managed to avoid crying outright, but a tear sneaked down my cheek as Katya read her daughter's words. Mostly, I just kept looked at my hands. I felt as if I was intruding on Katya and Ilsa's final moments together.Katya read and re-read the words for the next few minutes. But she was smiling."She was my little angel," she said, tears starting to form.Ilsa had her mother write a letter to me, too. She thanked me for being her friend. She was buried —.