She had been tall, strong, and a renowned collegiate athlete. Her mother was just thirty-four years old when she died. Her father never got over his w...fe’s death. He turned to alcohol and died of liver failure the summer after Shawna graduated from high school. She had understood that her father was committing suicide and counseled him throughout. She got him to seek help but the pain of his loss always led him back to the bottle. Her father managed to keep his job until his death so Shawna had. Soon the old men were pulling her face back and forth while each tongued her mouth deeply, all to the encouragement of the girls.Tim lay on the couch waiting for the agonizing pain between his legs to subside, watching the humiliation of his wife through pain clouded eyes. Soon each old man had started kneading one of Tami's tits as they continued to kiss her. Tami, petrified by fear, was letting the old black men have their way with her.Tami teetered on her sandals as she was pulled back and. Meiko noticed it, because I felt her moaning against my hardness, and when Ken and I broke the kiss, I looked down at her and she was looking up at me, my cock sluicing in and out of her red lips. Slowly, she pulled her lips back, wiping them with the back of her hand. Karen slid back too, until the two of them were kneeling side by side. They leaned toward each other and draped their hands around each other’s heads and kissed long and slow and sexy. Karen said, “Let’s see them do it now.” . While some of this performance was an act, some of it was real - I did want to be taken and dominated, not just because that would improve my standing among the slaves, but also because that was the sole relevant measure of my value. In school my value had been set by grades, friends, and boyfriends; here my value was set by my ability to please men, and I deeply, psychologically wanted to be valued. I welcomed the taste of a master in my mouth, or the feeling of him in my body, as a valid sign.