”Sabrina followed Grant back to his bedroom. They were both surprised to find Mark and Tracy helping the two women.“I hope they’re not being a p...st, Jane,” Grant said to the older of the two slaves.“No, Sah! Being around such polite children is a pure joy for us. I hope we can soon be making clothes for them.”“You will be,” proclaimed Sabrina, “because they’ll be my children to help raise.”“You gonna marry massa Grant, mistress Sabrina?” asked Janice.“I sure am.”“Well, if his chil’n are like. He pushes in very slowly. And, it hurt a bit. But I did NOT want him to stop. As my asshole separates, my cock begins to leak precut without me even touching it. I only know this because I went to stroke myself and luckily dropped the precut onto my hand as I do. Reaching my hand to my mouth, I let him see me licking my own precum. He sees this and goes wild. Fucking me, his balls slapping against my balls. Sliding in and out using his spit as lube. Grabbing my hips, slapping my ass, Im really. One of nearly the hermit kind. One of my favorite quotes on the subject is by the writer Neal Stephenson: “Where did all these people come from, and how do I make them go away?” What this means as far as Christmas is concerned is that even though I enjoy gift-giving, I absolutely hate crowds.When I was about thirty and single—in days before the Internet—I developed tactics for shopping that made dealing with the crowds easier. I didn’t shower, shave, or brush my teeth for three days before. There is a place inside me that I don’t let you see. I talked with Trisha today and I know now I want to share that with you. I want to tell you what is there.” Julie was nervous, this could go well or she could shut back down. She told him all about that place, even describing what it looked like to her. She told him what she sees in its place now. What happened, when, all of it, she let everything out, the abuse, the fighting, the chaos and hell, no holes barred. She told him why she was.