“You’re right,” he said. I don’t call you Miss Patterson. The familiar names are probably more appropriate at this juncture in our relationshi....” “So, you recognize that we do have a relationship,” Emily said. “Yes, of course,” he said, his heart racing a bit. “Evan,” she said, as if testing the sound of his name coming from her lips, “I want to talk to you about, our relationship.” Evan’s heart began to pound as he nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Do you love me, Evan?” she asked. He was shocked. I was hurt. I thought he loved me. He looked at me with disgust. “You’re a mess. Clean up,” he barked.The next day, I was approached by Brains. Brains was a six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound, athletic dude. “You’re moving in with me today,” he told me.“What,” I protested. “You heard me, faggit! I own yo’ white ass. Now shut the fuck up.”I panicked. I ran back to my cell. All of my stuff was piled up in the corner.“Marty, what’s going on,” I insisted.“I’m done with you. Those niggers fucked you.. ”“I, I suppose so,” I stammered, turning my eyes back to the television to avoid my aunt’s look. The woman on the screen was still busy giving the guy the blow job of a lifetime and the sight of this excited me even more. My cock was slowly growing, being about half erect by now.“Does it turn you on, looking at a woman sucking dick?” my aunt suddenly asked. I was taken aback by her vocabulary, but at the same time starting to get extremely turned on by my aunt’s unexpected behaviour. “Yes,” I. I wanted to sleep, but my body had a will of its own as it started responding to Neil’s touch. He gently rubbed at my clit, his warm breath telling me, “Darling, you feel so wet, so stretched. Was it good tonight? Was your boyfriend Jason good tonight?”I smiled to myself. Neil never tired of this game. I knew he loved me and would never want to lose me to Jason. But he also never tired of hearing how good Jason was, and how wonderful his big cock felt inside me. I loved Neil and so fighting my.