.hatte ich fast erwartet.Mit dem Tuch um die Hüften verließ ich den Duschraum. Da saßen auch schon die beiden Damen im Reitoutfit...und neben ihnen... ein großer schwarz-glänzender Haufen Gummi...mein Fell.Christina hatte den Pferdekopf auf dem Schoß und war gerade dabei, die diversen Schläuche und Röhrchen mit Gleitgel einzureiben.Sie lachten, als sie mich sahen. "Wozu das Tuch, keine falsche Scham, mein Süßer. Wir haben dich ja gleich wieder in dein heißgeliebtes Fell gepackt. Auch wenn du damit. He delivered a firm lash.“Ooh,” whined Sequoiah.“I know, faggit,” he yelled. “These stupid motherfuckers out here can’t see right for being fucking stupid.”“Those assholes should’ve promoted you!”“Damn right,” he swung the belt again. “You’re the only one keeping a nigga sane, sissy boi!”The whipping stung physically, but emotionally it was euphoric. Sequoiah relished having a man that adored him and could safely denigrate and humiliate him in private. “Oh my god, Daddy!”“You’re my fucking. She loves it too.Last page said credits. It showed Karen being fucked by a older white man. Now this is new to me. "Questions?" Karen askedI had a lot of questions. I guess I better start with the non black fucking ones or my dickwill get hard. Who is the od white guy on top of you?"He owns a photographic studio. He did the 4 different days of the magazine shoot for free. All he wanted in return was being able to fuck me after each shoot. I thought that was a fair trade in services. Too bad my. She and I talked about that too. She said she used to be shy and uncertain. Said her husband was what helped her bloom. I told her that I could understand that. I wasn't exactly shy, just never did see myself as particularly special. Grandma didn't see much of that before she started getting sick, before she passed away, and Mom never saw me as much more than an obstacle.Alan sees me as his best friend and his love and he just encourages me to use the talents and abilities I have. And I watch.