You created writing. You were the first civilization. You are superior to everyone else. You invented democracy. You are smart and everyone would be s...tupid to mess with you," we answered very very quickly."Now say ten bad things about yourselves and about Germans," asked Mistress Soraya.We discussed amongst ourselves until we heard the Mistresses telling us our time is up."That we are barbarians. That we are dirty. That we had no civilization till the Persians came. That we eat dog food. That. .well..you know. That gives the cops something to do and the local paper something to write about besides the Crab festivals which they seem to hold every other weekend. Lots of Crabs in the river come August and September, the boats bring in the big ocean Crab, the market by then is mostly to the retail stores so any with missing legs or cracked shells get pitched right back into the river. The tourists love that, boats everywhere. I hate that, plus there usually isn’t a rock left to stand on. “Woman, move those hips! Remember, ONE Email…” And at that, Alexis began to move more aggressively. At first, face buried, John could hear her saying in a tiny voice “shame….shame…” and crying.In less than a minute, Alexis’s movement on the Hitachi became less mechanical. Her face was still buried, but her breathing was getting heavier, and now she was obviously rolling her hips on it as she pushed back into the wand. Her body was betraying her, and she was allowing it. Now he pulled her hair. I know most men like women to talk slutty to them when they ... well you know. Listen, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me. Here, I'll show you how willing I am." She opened her shirt exposing her breasts. "Remember, you said you liked my boobs. Well, here look at them. Do you still like um?" Yeah! Shit! I still like um." He said reaching over and pinching her nipple with his good hand. "What's your name, and how the hell old are you anyway." Karen, and I'm seventeen ... I'm not a ....