“That’s right, girl – look at what you love and respect. Look at that black dick of mine. Love it and respect it. And tell me – tell me you...love and respect it.”“Yes,” said Lotte, softly. “I do.”“Tell me properly or you’ll get a smack!” he shouted at her. “You need to learn, girl. You need to learn.”“I love and respect your black dick,” said Lotte.“Get down and kiss it then. But don’t you dare suck it until I tell you.”She dropped quickly to her knees and started to give Kiffi’s willy. . . uhhh . . . cock!" "You did?" asked Jami. "What exactly did you see? What did it look like?" She was excited by this secret bit of nastiness. Emma being the older girl, said, "He saw me looking and covered it up really quick, but it was real long, like the ones we saw in that book, but not quite as hard, like those were." As she began to get undressed, Jami said, “I knew that those pictures weren't real, cause if boy’s penis' were like that, you'd be able to see them through their pants all. "***That night, Claire made her son's favorite dish for dinner- chicken parmesan, pasta, and a side of fresh salad. They had dinner that night as if nothing was out of the ordinary; as if she had never caught him at the end of a sex act which changed everything for her. It was a fact she couldn't let go of."Once again, this is absolutely delicious," he said emphatically for the fourth time. "You're such a great cook mom. The world needs more women like you." Thank you. We've all got to eat. " A point he made clear by the tightening grip he placed on her slim throat. She was now sure that she wanted out of this game. This was turning out to be more than she had wanted. She started to pull at his hand on her mouth but it didn't even budge. "Put your arms down now or you will regret it." He stated this so believably that she immediately complied. As she stood there topless, with his arm wrapped against her throat and his hand on her mouth she heard him say. "Now Maria, put your arms.