[Wandawoman4blk]

The thought of Brenda’s friend enjoying the film and my remaining anonymous was a good start. The men in her (and Dad’s) office had enjoyed the show enough that they had asked for more.
I wasn’t sure who was there that Friday, if Dad had stayed late (which sometimes he did and sometimes not). I was also not expecting a black child yet. So, I still had my sweet daughter status at home.
Jimmy had not asked for the film back and had said there was a chance he could get another.
Another set up at the bar was arranged with one of the original guys from school and some new ones as well. By this time I had no problem finding volunteers.
Again I did my best to expose every inch of my body and as much of my insides as possible. Again the guys enjoyed stretching me to see my guts before using me as their personal c*m dump.
The difference was that as the filming was taking place, I removed the mask revealing my identity to anyone who might recognize me.
As the second guy finished and removed himself, the camera panned from my used womanhood, up my body to my face.
Brenda’s friend would know it was me, Ray (our neighbor) would recognize me, maybe a few men from years of company picnics as I grew up and definitely Dad (if they showed the movie on a Friday he stayed late).
My sweet little girl reputation would be gone and a self inflicted burden lifted. That thought made me shake uncontrollably as the camera revealed my identity.
I was an animal for the next two guys and again lay spread, spent, open and leaking at the end.
I have no idea who other than Brenda’s friend and Dad recognized me. Ray didn’t act any different if I saw him around town.
But, we had a family meeting that evening. Dad wasn’t happy for a long list of reasons and I heard them all.
I was no longer his “little girl”. I was glad that I wasn’t thrown out of the house.
Things were very different at home until I got married. Some how, two years and a husband made everything normal again.