This is real, Sylvia, I'm not making it up. I don't know quite what to do with this white family that raised me, gave me a home, an education and so m...ny things I would have never dreamed of in Somalia. They are the reason my body is not mutilated. I want to use my fat clittie, my breasts, my ass and my pussy for all the pleasure I can get because so many of my family members and relatives were denied the chance. Sylvia, when I get turned on, my clitoris sticks up...up and out, I guess. I'm. He used his feet to pull my legs out wide, the muscles in my legsburning. He spent the next few minutes squeezing and pinching my breasts as herubbed his cock against my lower back.?Of course, I had to pretend to fight him by twisting in his arms. Thedrool from my gag was running down my chin and I stiffened when a strand of ithit his hand.? Pushing me down, so thatmy head was close to the ground, he began to grind my face into the carpet. I was finding it hard to breathas he pushed my nose. Danyel stared at him, then stared at the collar, suddenly recalling all the times he had promised some thing like this was going to happen, and how much shed enjoy hearing him talk like that. Then she remembered all the promises she had made him as well. She did say she would be fine with this sort of thing, didnt she? Had begged for it on more than one occasion. With a few calming breaths she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the room. She took the collar and put it around her. "I smiled at mom. "Mom I am so ready for it and thank you for being herefor me, I love you." I love you too and I think it's been very brave and courageous of you tocome out to Dr. Price, Jenny and I and tell us your feelings. But you knowwe don't keep secrets in our family and tonight when we get home we'regoing to sit down with your father and Mike and you're going to come outto them."I just sat there silent thinking about how dad and Mike would handle metelling them I wanted to be a.