I am an African-American female & black people dont talk about being molested&hellip,hell, we dont talk about sex! Everything is on the hush or swept ...under the rug. This caused me emotional issues in my adolescent & adult years. When I was 27yo this turned taboo for me as I found myself replaying scenarios of some those acts during solo masturbation. I felt disgusted, dirty & embarrassed. I tried cleaning up my thoughts but several weeks later I did again. I struggled with the guilt that. I could see the juices running down over her anal opening. I had only seen her that wet once before and that was the first night we were together. As he buried his face into her wetness I saw such delightful pure pleasure in her face. She let out a loud moan that startled me and I almost gasped and gave myself away at the window. Oooooohhhhh my goooooodneeessss! Immmmmm cuuuummmmming she managed to blurt out. Suck up all my cum, lick it all up and dont waist a drop! She screamed. This was so. UncleElias made a few more minor changes to me and finally Marvin declared Iwas perfect. They admired me for a few minutes more before they wereinterrupted. Marvin's watch beeped. "The jewelry is ready forenchantment and then binding," was all Marvin said as they exited theroom.During the hours that passed the man and woman across the room becameconscious too and our voices returned. At first we screamed for help.Nobody came. Then we calmed down and talked about who we were. We allknew we were. After a few seconds, I looked at Kelly and she had tears in her eyes as well. I beckoned and she came around to be part of the hug.We just sat like that hugging quietly for about three or four minutes before Penny sniffed and said, "Enough of this girl shit." She reached for one of the napkins on the table to take care of her tears and to blow her nose. "I have to get this stuff cleared before Mom and Dad get home and we need to get dressed."Penny got up to do her kitchen cleanup duty. As Kelly.