“You don’t mean to say that you are sleeping outside on the patio. No, I’ll not allow you to do that. You sleep in the guest room. Otherwise, I ...will also sleep outside,” she said. “I mean….” he tried to convince her. “You mean it’s not right for you spend the night with me under the same roof? Who gave you that right?” she replied. She took charge. “I’ll get ready the guest room and I can get you daddy’s pyjamas,” Marie said with finality. James stood still and heaved a sigh. No use. Ever so carefully he started working that huge black phallus into me, pulling back slightly before penetrating me yet further. I felt my pussy being stretched beyond where any man had ever stretched it. It felt so hot, so sexy. I knew what I was doing was wrong, it was something that wasn't meant to be. White girls weren't meant to be fucked by black men with such oversized cocks.He repeated his invasion and retreat and greater invasion of my pale body until he pressed against my cervix.The. Okay, we had the underwear, now Breanna said we had to get a few nice pairs of shoes — one of her birthday gifts to me, she insisted. I told her her gifts had been generous enough, but Bree gets her way almost all the time. So she took me to ‘Footz’ and that’s where today got even more interesting. This place had the COOLEST shoes. I started to reach for a pair of Reeboks, but Breanna just slapped my hand away and pulled me towards the back. I’m getting tired — I’ll post what happened in. In one corner therewas a bed, dresser, desk chair amd mirror, as in anybody's room. Butthe rest was entirely different.It was a sound stage, a recording studio, with a raised platform, andlots of electronic gear, lighting effects, instruments of all kinds...Iwas impressed. Track lighting made a spotlight upon a girl on a stoolin the middle of the sound stage. She had a guitar in her lap, and wasbusily strumming away and singing. She had headphones on, and I sawlights on some dials on a control.