A letter to you left for you also, he wanted us to reunite." "You were eighteen in February, the fifteenth." "Yes," Jason smiles, glad that I remember... "I have a photo of us."Jace. I produce the photo from my jacket pocket, my dad had it framed to keep in his private office. Showing it to Megan, she puts a hand over her mouth as tears streak her cheeks, she mumbles as she dissolves into tears. Instantly I hold her tight as she cries into my shoulder. Running a hand over her hair, I hush her. While at lunch I slipped off one of my heels and rubbed Tim's crotch with my foot. He was having a real hard time listening to Mark talk about the good ol'days. We would be walking and Tim would grab my ass and I would try to one up him. I wanted this man bad and did everything to make sure he didn't forget.We got home after a long day and we all went to bed. Mark was asleep and I couldn't stop thinking about the black cock in the other room. I slipped out of bed grabbing a condom and some lube. They were calling me a faggot, dirty sissy bitch, nigga slut and every other dirty degrading name they could think of calling me. They even laughed at me because the more they degraded me the hotter I got. Oh my sweet little sissy sister, I wish you could have seen how they humiliated and used me that night. They had me begging for it. Telling them I was a BLACK COCK WHORE and how much I loved being their sex slave. I almost came in my panties when the MAN I pledged my sissy life to sat. "I'm going to make some dinner for us, ok? Come out when you're ready."I sauteed some chicken and warmed up some frozen stir-fry vegetables. Chopped up some garlic, added a little paprika, pour in some Kikkoman's... yeah baby! Not too bad.I was just getting the drinks poured when Whitney emerged in her soft robe."What did I do to ever deserve this?" she asked."I guess it's just 'tit for tat', or something like that?" Sorry, I'm not always funny. She giggled, but she's polite like that.We talked.