"NO…No please, don't call our parents, please!" He started pressing buttons on the phone. "Please Mr. W., please don't do that. We are sorry, we did...'t mean to…" Didn't mean to get caught, ha-ha, right, I know that one for sure. Skipping school, watching porno movies and playing with yourselves, might be very hard to explain to your parents. I heard what you were saying as well." Please…. don't call our parents." I could see the smile crack across Dad's lips as he pressed hard against his. It didn't stop there. After a twenty-five year career in the Navy, he went on to become a fearless fighter for civil rights. I found letters he'd saved from Martin Luther King, Jr., Bayard Rustin, James Farmer, and other civil rights leaders, along with newspaper clippings of his activities (including not a few arrests for civil disobedience); these I donated to the Smithsonian Institution after making photocopies. But I saved the journal and some pictures of him in his Navy uniform.As fate. My work, friends, family, things he got from my phone when I handed him my bag during our first encounter. We had talked about this as part of my fantasies before, but I didn't imagine that he would really do it. Now I felt it around my neck like the collar he had first locked on me. My boipussy was finally feeling normal after the abuse it received, and the email I had been expecting came. "Hello Whore, by now you've had a chance to rest up from your first day, so you should have plenty of. This time he doesn’t tell me what position totake, he forces my body where and how he wants it. I amon all fours on my bed, my face pushed into my pillow,and my ass high, he lifts the chemise up and over myhead, so that I am now totally naked.“I’m thirsty,” he says, “I’m going to get a drink. I’lltrust you not to move, not because I trust you, butbecause you know how much you’ll regret it if you do.Tell me you’ll be a good girl. I want you.