I love those roles, and they are very important to me, but I’m grateful to be able to get reacquainted with myself as just me—no labels or roles. ...Just me. So I unpack and change for dinner. Once I’ve washed up, put a little makeup on, dabbed a little perfume in all the right places, and dressed, I meet you in the hotel lobby. The look in your eyes as I approach you is one of adoration and amazement. I’ve always been so puzzled at the effect I have on you. I don’t see it, but you insist that I’m. The screen goes black. The nurse gives me a look up and down before she goes out. Hopping onto the long grey bed covered in paper I undue my pants. Half naked I sit and try to adjust myself on bed, the wrinkling paper is so loud the nurse must be wondering what the hell I am doing. As cold as the room is I am not surprised by how small my dick looks in my hand. Pulling my cell phone out I dial Lynn’s number. ‘I can’t do this.’ ‘What baby?’ she asks. ‘I’m at the clinic. I can’t just masturbate.’. I continued pumping her while looking at her new tattoos. The dreadful realization of what I had gotten us into was sinking in. “Come on you wimp, feel that nigger cum on your little white cock, feel how powerful and intoxicating it is.” This idea of my wife fucking a BBC in front of me had spiraled out of control. I pumped her pussy faster, feeling Jamal’s nigger seed inside my wife and making her pussy slippery, leaking out and dripping down my own balls. She was stretched out from his. The only light is from a distant street lamp and a small dim bulb over the door. The fog is staring to rise from the river, swirling up toward the building. There are no windows at ground level in this building, and only a few second floor windows that have not been boarded over.As the cab stops, I see two tall, burly men in dark gray suits on either side of the large, ornate wooden door. One steps forward to open the door for me. I can't tell if he is watching me slide out of the cab, because.