"You lousy bitch!" Joe spat out, grabbing Symphony by the hair and snapping her head backward. "I'll make sure you regret that in a big fucking way."J...oe slipped around Symphony and helped Curly to his feet.Her eyes blazing with defiance, Symphony looked at Curly.Joe grabbed Symphony's ankle. He pulled it to one side and secured it with a strap, the same way her wrists were. A moment later Symphony was spread-eagled, arms above her head and stretched out, legs spread wide."My fucking balls just. ” It is as if she can see inside my mind. She knows what turns me on. She is perfect, in every way in which I personally define perfection. She’s so perfect. Can someone so exactly mirroring my fantasies be real? She seems real and not real at the same time. Let's back up and start from the beginning. I’ll tell you about my first time with her, the first of many. I was shopping in some generic department store at the mall, surrounded by fluorescent lights, sagging shelves of mid-priced. It tasted disgusting, but she had no choice, the alternative was worse. The black man continued to hold her head firmly over the dick while he cummed, leaving now choice but to swallow. Like a black pipe, the mans penis continuously pumped wave after wave of sperm into Yen Yis mouth. while Yen Yi tried desperately to swallow the disgusting substance before it drowned her. But then unintentionally, her tongue, trapped below the big penis, wiggled against the penis and she felt it twitch. ." Cajun?" she asked."We'll talk. They're a sub-culture in Louisiana." Oh." It's not all bad." I smiled.She smiled in return. "And bacon and eggs and sausage?" A plot to keep America fat."She giggled."This is from when men and women were expected to do physical work all day," I said. "The breakfast is still here. The work isn't." You are not fat, Dave." I know. I allow myself a breakfast like this on special occasions." What is today's special occasion?" First, it's a holiday. Second, I have.