I knew I would cum – a lot – while she was baby sitting. I was becoming quite capable of pleasing myself. I had even pleased myself as a birthday... present, a full decade, and so loved the orgasms. I would come home from school, or after-school gymnastics class and make myself shake and sweat daily. Roughly six months after my birthday my dad told mom and I that he was getting a promotion and would be gone for three months. Mom was upset until dad explained how much money he would make and that. The newly turned out sex slave cringed, and finally worked up the nerve to turn around. He instantly wished he hadn't! Leaning against the wall were two big, muscular, shirtless Negroes!The wealthy teen's bigotry was not based on any personal experience. He had never gone to public school, and none of the private schools he had attended had ever had any black students. In fact, not so much as a black janitor. Jimmy could not, in fact remember ever speaking to a Negro. Equal opportunity laws. Those pressures seemed to be the trigger for increased frequency of wanting to dress. I spent many a lunch hour going home to dress, just so I could concentrate on building my business in the afternoon. I must tell you, that is not a comfortable way to live.About my third year in business, I hired a consulting firm to help me improve my business. They introduced me to L. Ron Hubbard technology for business growth. For those of you in business, it works quite well! A side offshoot of this was. We grabbed each other and kissed passionately, our tounges tasting Karen's cum together. I licked the slick wetness from her chin and neck, squeezing her small tits and pinching her nipples. As our mouths parted, we looked into each other's eyes. "See what a wanton slut you married?!" She laughed. Her use of the word "slut" told me that she was incredibly turned on. In the year we'd been married, she only used that word in bed when we had kept teasing each other, increasing our lust to a.