He liked the look on my face, therewas something about me, and he was going to enjoy this. He reached for thezip on his black jeans and slowly started... to pull the zip down. The noise ofhis zip seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of the quiet house. The manwas angry that I refused to look at him; he wanted to see the fear on my faceas he exposed himself. ?Don't you want to see what I have for you? Look atme... look at my black cock... you fucking slut!? his voice was hoarse withpassion and. The boring, traditional one. I saw my role as keeping the others grounded in reality; I wasn’t very good at it. And it was especially ironic if you considered the audacity of what we were trying to do.“And, of course, me.”“Yeah, we know you’re here, Emmett!” quipped Marion.Emmett was the cleverest of us all. A prodigy, with vision to match, though some of his ideas were a little off the wall. He occasionally needed reigning in, which was where I was supposed to come in.“Is that it over there?”. There are many sites some better than others but one day I ended up on a website with profiles of D’s and s’s or Dom’s and sub’s all clearly stated if they were male or female, dominant or submissive and anything in between. While I was looking around the many profiles and all the locations these people lived I decided to start my first chat with a woman who didn’t live close to me. Mainly because it made me feel safe, after all I wouldn’t walk in to this woman in the local supermarket but. " Emma. This is Dorothy Brown. You just left my house. I told mygirlfriend about you and she wants to know if you are available to cleanher house tomorrow morning." Yah. I kin do dat, Missus. I vill pull over and den you kin give meda address. T'ank you."So, Emma was now booked for the next day. When she got home, she foundMaria in the kitchen making dinner. When Maria saw Emma she said, "Howdid it go?" Ya. It vas goot. Da lady giffed me five dollar tip. She also giffedme name for.