She was crying and screaming names at me. "You fucker . . . asshole . . . bastard, little shit . . . ." I tried to roll over so she couldn't hit my f...ce, but she rolled with me. In her anger she was much stronger than me. We were wrestling. I was struggling to protect myself, and she was getting wilder. I really hurt from her knees and elbows jabbing me. And then she was on top of me, with her knees pinning my shoulders. She was making growling guttural sounds as she wiped her hair away. We went to our room,Me: Why did you do this to me sister.Latha: What???Me: Why made me suck that waiter’s cock???Latha: Bitch likes to suck.Me: I am not like that.I got a tight slap…Latha: Hooo You pathetic dog, You are raising your voice against me. You are just a slave.I started crying… She came to me and hugged me, be a bitch dear, you will enjoy it today.Me: Ok sister.Latha: Come on you are having a lot of work.She gave me maid dress and said: “arrange the place for party”. And I did. Party. .. it had a logo on it.”“Really?” Whitaker said. “Do you know what it was for?”“Huh. Not the name, but I do remember it was for an AC repair place. ‘Cause, like, under the name it said ‘Keep your plACe cool’ with the AC in ‘Place’ real big like. I remember thinking that was totally stupid; but, like, I still remember it, so I guess it’s not so stupid, ya know?”“Ok, thanks, kid.”He nodded in a weird bopping motion and headed into the pizza place.“So we just have to track down the ‘rando’ van. Oh my God, I can't believe she wastelling me this like I was some girlfriend over for coffee. I told herthat I didn't really understand, but to myself, I knew my cock would notbe getting soft for some time to come! Sally said that we have a wholeweekend to help me understand exactly what she meant.Sally than asked me if I REALLY wanted to feel what its like to be awoman. If I wanted to experience the power of being a woman and to notonly feel the sexy clothes kissing my sweet young body but.