"You are one of us and we protect our own."Leyota put her hand out in friendship. Vellendira looked at it briefly then accepted it."Let us join the fe...stivities for a while," she said to those around her. "Then we shall go home and enjoy our wedding night."The party ended as the sun faded. There were not enough torches to continue and everyone had drunk their fill anyway. By the time the evening drew to a close there were perhaps 70 people milling around, laughing and relaxing for the first time. . alone I guess? I don’t know. I remember staying up for the past few nights sitting in bed, praying this was all just a ruse, that it was just my parents’ way of punishing me. But no, it was true, and now here I am heading to private school, my new school, my new life.I wonder what kind of person I could make myself become, the bright side of it all is that I do get to reinvent who I am, see if a new act can catch some heads. Who knows, maybe find a girl, make some friends finally? A guy can. And most men are too decent or too powerless to do anything about it. Not me. I treat them the way they deserve to be treated. I’m a bisexual black man, which is an advantage if you ask me. Heterosexual men depend on women exclusively for emotional and sexual rapport. And women know it so they manipulate these poor bastards. A bisexual man can choose to be with a male or a female. His options are unlimited. If he’s good-looking, smart and has money, the bisexual man can be king of his world.. I licked it up and down, occasionally giving his balls a lick. Ray was moaning and his face was red and flustered. He lasted only about a minute or two before he exploded into my throat. He shot at least 8 ropes of cum into me and I took it all down. Right after he came, I knew he would be ready for more. I started licking his ass like there was no tomorrow. He kept letting out soft moans of pleasure, which made me want more. I got up and got vasaline from the basement bathroom and globbed some.