They give me that lookthrough watery eyes that says, "I'm finally home." Others have yet to figure this out. Sure…they know that tight shortsand tu...e tops are what got them here, but they are confused about why tiedelbows and public nudity make their cunts wet. My job is to clear away thoseclouds of confusion, my mission to introduce them to themselves, and I am verypassionate about it. Our prison for women is just what you'd expect…dark, frightful andvery secluded. Think of it as Roissey. Then, I walked out ofhis car and ran to the bus station to catch the bus home. Josh tried tofollow me but he was too late. Since that day, I was very depressed. I didn't want to doanything. My grade was going down fast. I started to do wild things. Istarted to ignore other people's advice. In short, I was just not myself. Then, one day, I came into the school locker room and saw a whiteguy who was taking a shower near by. He had a swimmer build, which was veryattractive and very sexy. I didn't. Sorry white guys, you are too pathetic to even look at. But you can watch as they fuck me in the mouth, in my pussy, and even up my ass. Dozens of black men will fill me with their cum. You see this?” she said as she pointed to her stomach. “I got me a nigger baby growing inside of me and I want more. For all you white women out there, BLACK COCKS ROCK. It is true, once you go black, you never go back. So sit back and watch how it is done”“Perfect, I will get the music going and you start. As seven o’clock approached, he carefully arranged dinner on the table ready for Rose. After some deliberation, he also opened a bottle of wine to breathe. If a little alcohol made her shout at him, it was probably for the best. He’d rather have her condemnation than her silence. He sat on the reinforced trunk that served as his chair. Rose appeared in the doorway precisely as the clock in the hall chimed. Blank-faced, she made her way to her usual chair and sat down, nodding to him in terse.