. . wut he call it . . . a regal air ’bout me. I taint positive wut dat means fo’ sho’ but he say dat I be a queen where he from, a real live qu...een wit a crown ‘n all. Massa say not to beat me. I was hopin’ to get da whip cuzin I know da pain of da beatin’ be ova in a few days. Wut massa do to me, dat pain don’t neva go way. Dat pain be in my heart, you know, you kin’t touch it but it be dere, from de sun to da moon ‘n back to da sun one mo’ ‘gain. Massa hurt me down dere. He make sure I know. .Vacations ma maina bahar jana ekdum kam kardiya tha aur ma pura time unhi ka sath rehta tha meri najar toh bas unka boobs pa hi tiki rehti thi magar unha maina kabhi ya feel nahi hona diya because ma bahut shy tha kabhi kabhi jab vo ghar ka kam sa bahut thak jati thi toh vo mujhsa apni back massage karvati thi mujha bahut maja ata tha unki soft skin ko touch karna ma aur unha bhi maja ata tha mujha unki body ki smell bahut acchi lagti thi ma intentionall unsa chipak ka baithta tha aur unha. “What is it,” Ray asked.“Charlie says they’re rubbers. He says that Dad wears em on his pecker to catch the jizz he shoots when they’re fucking, to keep Mom from getting a baby. Ray was Catholic; in his eyes, birth control was a sin in the eyes of the Church.“I’ve never seen anything like that around our house,” Ray said. I’m sure he had searched high and low for anything that might be related to sex—every kid’s rite of exploration.Opening the tinfoil packet as I had done a couple of times. Almost from the start her low moans filled the room, rising and falling in time with my licking. I could feel the tension of my bra as moved over her; relished the hem of the skirt I wore as it brushed my ankles while I sucked her gushing hole.As her cries rose in pitch I inserted a finger deep into her snatch and wiggled it around. She was so juicy I just had to slip another in and began to finger fuck her in rhythm to her breathing, which was coming short and fast. My thumb slid over her love.