"So ging ich dann unter die Dusche. Ich h?rte dabei wie Tante Jessie mir neue Kleidung zurechtlegte. Als ich mich dann bgetrocknet hatte, sah ich zwei... Stapel Kleider dort liegen. Auf dem einen Stapel Knabenunterw?sche, Socken, Hose und T-Shirt, und auf dem anderen Stapel M?dchenunterw?sche, eine wei?e gemusterte Strumpfhose und ein niedliches rosafarbenes Kleid."Du kannst frei entscheiden was du lieber tragen m?chtest, Nicki" sprach Tante Jessie mit einem wissenden L?cheln. Nach anf?nglichem. " He's been fantasizing about me for a long time." I can well imagine." She could see him struggle with his duty. "Forgive me for the way this question sounds, but... I wouldn't picture Carl as being your type. What do you get out of the relationship?" He... takes care of me." Why can't I get a straight answer out of either one of you?" I'm sure it sounds strange, but it's simply that our relationship is... complicated." Now she leaned forward and shifted closer. "But it's a very open one.". Moreover, the situation kind of seemed as if she forcefully made me say things. Things that I would not normally say.I made her think she was in control. We now know each other’s names and phone numbers. We used to chat on and off on the phone, sat together on the stairs when bored a few times, etc. It must’ve been a couple of weeks since the fat v/s round argument. And now, I could sense a sexual tension between us, both of us are aware of it.I realized that it’s time to take it a step further. I will deal with your ass, the way I want to. ?What is your name???Call me cocksucker?, I wrote back, nervously.My workday in Detroit was long and it was very difficult to concentrate; I was both confused and aroused. I kept having second thoughts. I do not know this person, he might have a disease, or he might be a killer, a maniac. More than once, I thought about changing my reservation, but I desperately wanted this to happen to me, I felt I deserved this. I wanted to be fucked by a perfect.