She wouldn’t stand for my hesitation, and instead slipped out her long tongue and sent it on a long, deliberate lick.Moaning and shuddering, my body... mindlessly ground against her mouth. Sunlight filtered into the room through my blinds and illuminated her face. I could see my juices all over her chin, and even her nose, and I became nothing but a woman eager to come by her lover’s tongue.I began to ride her face. She made a sound of pleasure and it sent fire up my spine. My pace increased and I. Turning to Sally she barked in a tone which did not permit discussion, ”Get into ‘attention’ position, girl.”Sally’s mind flooded with the memory of the humiliating display imposed upon her arrival at her Aunt’s house. She obeyed and widened her stance, stood straight up and clasped her hands behind her head. She blushed deeply.Her Aunt continued, “Afterwards, while she reflects on her mistake with nose to that corner, we’ll choose clothes.” Harriett fondled the cane and examined the open area. Women are trained to be mysterious, hard to get, and so build a mythos around themselves. Women aspire to become goddesses—they dress in colorful, painful, constrictive, and provocative clothing, hide their acne with makeup, and keep boys at a distance for the first few years of interest. Doing so, they garner our admiration, our dedication, or at least, they gained mine.Sandra, more than most of the other girls I knew, was closest to ascending into deity. I met her before our first AP class. "I know she had sex. Scared, then forced, then submissive ... never like Carlita, wanting, loving, sharing, desiring ... Having YOU that way is why Carlita is not a virgin. You, with Brindy ... She was those things with you too, for her first time." That rounded tanned face melts me. Her eyes. "You have Brindy forever as surely as you have me, Dave." Smile. "You know that, don't you?" I guess I sort of understand it like that." You have to be the man for the two of us." I am." It is the three.