” He whispered.His hand returned to under my skirt. He ripped off my tiny thong and tossed it aside. Then, unceremoniously, he shoved two fingers in...to my wet pussy. I yelped but quieted down when he looked at me. “You’ve got a little tight cunt for a whore” He said, shoving his fingers even deeper. I could feel my pussy dripping with excitement as he pumped me…Suddenly he changed his position and his cock was right in front of my face. He was holding my arms down on either side of my body.. He didn't even bring home a long, thick, back dildo for me to become fascinated by. Was this part of his game? Letting me stew in his fantasies? I had to buy my own black dildo, damn him! I couldn't believe that Gary could be so devious in his plans to get me black sexed. He never once mentioned anything about his black friends with huge donkey cocks who thought I was hot. I let him see me getting off on the dildo and moaning for "Tyrone" or "Leroy" or "Jamal" to fuck me harder. We always had. The very first time he showed that to his friends while they sat around drinking beer and bragging of their exploits, several of the others recognized and remembered her from the early summer visitors. It was hard to forget such a beautiful girl and all of his friends were more than surprised that he had managed to seduce her.Several of those viewing it that night wanted to buy the video from him, but he would hear nothing of it. But as the night went on and the beers continued to be consumed,. We sat by the water's edge, watching the water as it lapped against the shore. It was so refreshing to be able to just sit and enjoy the renewed life we had been given. A frog jumped into the water. We watched as its legs drew in and then stretched out, sending it along to its destination. We were amazed at how gracefully and purposely it moved through the water.I shared a thought that had occurred to me, with Dawn. I suggested that we needed to be more like a frog. If we just drew our legs in.