Ruth-Annedid not note this as that was not something on which she kept tabs. About three years ago, Ruth-Anne had discovered something on the internet...hat she would never had guessed would hold her interest, BDSM, It was a mildjourney to begin with, she had joined a chatroom with a name Service with aSmile, it was a female only room. Ruth-Anne was surprised at the topics, servitude,submitting to training and discipline. Learning to provide sex with the minimumof pleasure. It was a straight. Grandiose, le sexe confiant et qui ne se donne pas de limite.Je dégoulinais de cette frénésie ascendante, agrippée à ton cou, cherchant ta salive et des baisers alors que nos mains se palpaient comme des aveugles, tu vins cracher ta jouissance chaude dans ma bouche et sur mes joues. Ma langue venant récupérer chaque goutte perdue, tu bandais grand lion, je regardais ta barbe, je léchais tes doigts, je suçais ta petite barbe noire....bordel le fauve m'excitait ! Tu jouis, j'avalais tout, tu ne. I’ve secretly been fighting off the urge to fuck every black man or boy I see all my life. It started back in Jr High. I was a blond hair blue eyes cheerleader/gymnast. I realized early on that I found the black boys cute. I was nice to everyone and was very popular around school. All the white boys wanted to go out with me but I couldn’t date anyone because my parents were so strict. Especially my mom. By the ninth grade my mother was taking me regularly to the doctor to make sure I was still. “Knees, noses and toes pressed in the corner or you will start over,” she instructed them and pointed out a free corner in the tiny living room.The room was decorated with the classic 1970s green shag carpet and plywood style paneling of the day. My Aunt had a Mama-San chair and some Macrame planters in the corner she sent to me too.I assumed corner time involved standing quietly, naked in the living room while you reflect upon what you did. I had the added humiliation of doing so with soap in.