That’s why I wore this silly thing. I’m fat, not stupid. I do want to learn to dance though but I also want some male companionship as Mom calls i... whenever she brings some drunk home from the bar.”I just smiled and let her continue to talk.Tina went on, “You see none of the boys that I know want anything to do with me. Honestly, I’ve tried. They don’t even want to feel me up. They only want the skinny girls with no tits.”I thought for a moment and waited to see if she was done before asking,. Let alone been fucked by one. I’d only been fucked by a couple of other guys, guys Jake wanted me to let do me—and that just in the last couple of weeks. One was Mexican, I think. But not a black guy. The guy Jake was talking to was tall—a couple of heads taller than me—and all bulky muscle. I don’t think he was fat—just ... big. Really, really big. Scary looking.They were walking my way and Jake was motioning me over to his car. I don’t think he wanted to be out here any longer than. ....WhoI had been all along.......The humiliating games I was enjoying. Andnot just the humiliations; the sexual activities Mistress Rhiana had meperform.....If this did all end, perhaps I would still look up Mistress Rhiana.Still work casually at the diner. Maybe even keep my maid email addressopen for anybody who might stumble over it.I fell asleep not even thinking about the phone and Lucinda's call, butit woke me from a pleasant dream. I was hard again, cum draining out ofme, over my thighs. Folk hand their stories down from generation to generation, and more times than not those stories get wilder as time passes."I think it would be right and proper to have the pastor come out here and give this place a blessing. That way folks will know that past is buried and all the ghost stories will die down." Si, Senor Amos," Jose spoke out, "and I could ask Father Wilson to do the same." That's not a bad idea, Jose," Amos answered. "While I don't usually hold with the Church of Rome, it.