I brush my fingers up the backs of your thighs…then like I did with your calf, increase the pressure running my hand up the center and then back dow... along the outside working the stiffness out of the muscle. I’ve save my specialty for now as I move along side your right leg and starting at the knee, I begin kneading the inside of your thing. My hands moving in steady upward circles until the edges of my fingers are brushing against the most delicate flesh covered with those lovely pink. “You’ll definitely get it,” he said in support.“I hope so,” I said back.“Well, do you play to play a bit then? He asked, referring to the games.“Maybe tomorrow. I’m pretty tired,” I answered.“Not tired enough to skip sex!” He said, making a joke.“I guess not,” I said as I started to leave his room.For some reason, his joke about sex bothered me. It was intimate for me, something I had just put everything I could into. The more I thought about it, the more I figured it was something stupid to be. ...In his dream, he could feel her amazement, her rush of confidence as shelooked at herself in the mirror in the costume.She practically floated all the way to the school's Halloween party.Once there, the confidence she had acquired sustained her through the fewnegative comments, and she focused on the compliments she receivedinstead. Finally, at the end of the dance, she gave a solid kiss to a boyshe'd had a crush on, and skipped home.That night, she lay in her bed still in the costume. He stepped back and said in a demanding voice again "now i want a pack of cigs and i want you to go get them for me and you can not clean my cum off your face while you get them and bring them back here and i might let you taste my cock again sissy." i meekly said "ok master" and got up and turned around to feel his hand slap my butt cheek and gave me a good squeeze as i left. i thought to myself why am i doing this why do i feel like i have to obey him like every other black guy who demands.