“Not much time.”“In my pouch,” Minx said, not lifting her head from her task, her metallic-red hair pressed against the metal of the Vault's d...oor, “are clay jars. Ones with crosses inscribed on them are sleeping powder, the ones with chevrons are sticky bombs.”I shoved my hand into her pouch. Many clay jars were in there. My nimble fingers brushed one with a spiral. “The third type.”“Lust. Made from damiana. Useful for distractions.” A smile crossed her impish lips.I couldn't help smiling back.. After that she would take her top off with out being told and I would sit there in heaven while she trimmed me.After about the forth or five time she had cut my hair we were at her mother's house alone and she suggested that my hair needed trimming as we out that night."Ok," I said, "go and get your scissors then."I pulled out a stool and sat down and waited. She returned in a few minutes and started on me."Hey, get your top off," I said."Please not here," she said, "my mother or brother may. .as it was past midnight, so we planned to leave.As my place was nearby from Hauz Khas, I suggested if we can go there…Initially, she was hesitant. I too didn’t force her…but, then, suddenly she told “chalo, lets go to your place”We caught an auto and came to my room… she told she wants to use washroom…and I showed her the way…As I was too tired, I hit the bed..she too came and slept near me..I asked “ Are you fine now, Swati?”…she smiled and told “ kinda”I switched off the light. And was just. Our schooling was done at home by tutors as the plantations were so far apart that having a central school was not practical. Before I was even old enough to know what sex was about, it was not uncommon for me to see my father with one of the young nigger girls in the house with her legs in the air and my father with his pants down around his ankles as he pushed his thing in and out of the hole between her legs or to see her on her knees in front of him with it in her mouth. Often father.