For more money''you be a good sissy boy and makes money doing something you love''''good boy''''you liked my bog cock in your tiny mouth''''yes i do, ...your very big i like it''''white boy loves sucking big hard black cock''''this cock is a nice big candy you want to suck on all the time''''its what you want too, , you suck so good''daddy getting another bill and in my panty it went''good girl, making money, wanna make more ? you can get more if you come here and sit on daddy cock like a good. . and against the underside... ofyour upturned... white ass cheeks... fucking you... leisurely rapingyou... for what seems like forever... or at least hours... the stink...from His naked body... and His salty sweat... dripping down... on top ofyou... and running in rivulets... all over you.. down your flanks... andsides... and then suddenly... and with a particularly deep.. and painfullunge... you can feel Him... as He tenses... and shudders... lewdly...cursing you... for being such a white. They had the file cabinets and the stereo loaded in less than fifteen minutes. Sarah had several boxes of CD's she had already packed. She decided to follow Tiny to my house, leaving me standing in the room with my thumb up my butt. I went out the door feeling like I had lost my best friend when I literally ran into one of the officers who had arrested Mr. Hammond earlier. I asked him what they had found in the house that had everyone so excited."You ain't gonna believe this shit, Marshal. He. She hesitated before turning towards him. She was afraid of what his face might reveal; of what reasons might move that boy she knew so well to trap her in a spring afternoon when nobody else was at home. Finally, she turned her head and found his eyes. It was him, the him she was so familiar with, no doubt about that, but at the same time the person she was dealing with was a stranger of a rare kind. He was an absolute of danger and control, of strength and power, and she realized that nothing.