She had been really pissed that day with thecamera, and while she seemed excited, Bobby definitely got the sense thatshe still wasn?t over his and his...friend?s little crime."Ok Bobby, I suppose you know the drill by now, right? Remember?"Bobby sighed and slowly approached the vanity in the center of the room.Still in all of his boy clothes, he sat down gently, and faced himself inthe mirror. The person looking back across the glass was visibly afraid."I?m not going to show you your costume. Richards. I can smell that poontang from here! Let me check. Open your legs for me, nigger," she demanded.Not knowing what else to do and feeling completely at the power of the young white woman's will she complied and moved her feet further apart where she stood. Debbie looked Shanika in the eye as she reached between the colored girl's legs and stroked her black pussy. Debbie smiled as she felt how wet Shanika was."Mmmm, you like this, don't you?" cooed Debbie. "You like my hand on your. Her body melted and all strength and power dissipated instantly as all she could see, think, breathe even, was white hot pain. She screamed aloud or bit into the skin of her lips so endearingly, each taste delivering a bittersweet concoction of her own salty tears and the mingled dried creamy cum of her instructors. She was removed from the world, removed from the room, but most importantly, removed from herself.It took several moments before she realized what was now going on, for the pain. William and I were disappointed when we were told our swimming coach was sick and was replaced by a substitute. Her name was Mrs Waltz, William and I both hated her because she always picked on us. Last year we both got into trouble for telling her to shut up. She always picks on us and shouts at us. Today was no different. The pool was usually clean but filled with insects that day. I noticed a big, fat cockroach crawling my way. I have always been scared of cockroaches. I glared at it.