We cloak ourselves in the fear of living our lives. We see our lives not as magical gifts to be treasured, taken, emptied of every last drop of susten...ance. Oh no. We see our lives as something to be endured, gotten through, to get even with. The path of most people’s lives, leaves a trail of unopened doors, behind which lay the magic of life never released because of our fear. My life was easy in comparison to most… up until the summer I have described in the previous volume of my tale. Easy. He then spoke again as he stared directly at my cleavage. "Show me your big boobs, if you want to use my phone, bitch..." Excuse me? I am just asking to use the phone..." I said angrily."Show me your boobs first, bitch…” The black man insisted.This huge bastard stared at me, waiting patiently; arms crossing his chest.“I will not show you my boobs… I just need a phone to call for help…”He then smiled with an evil grin across his face and yelled at me:“Now the price is different… I will fuck your. It's time to see what you can do. I've noticed that everyone is so damned concerned with their cocks around here, that pussy eating has almost become a lost art. I've heard what that tool between your legs is capable of, from the stories about you in the Milking Ritual yesterday. Well, you're gonna have to prove to me that you still know how to please a girl the old-fashioned way, before you came to the Island. If you can get me off with your tongue and your fingers, then you can turn that. I woke early morning and looked over at mum who was sound asleep; quietly I slipped out of bed, put on my negligee and went down stair to make us breakfast, when I returned mum was still asleep, I leant over her looking at her beautiful face, she was a very sexy and lovely woman with or without make up, and I counted myself lucky that she was my lover also, many men at work would love to be where I was right now but they weren’t and I was, so I always cherished the time we have together, I.