One small hand, pale, almost delicate-looking latched onto his wrist like an iron band. The other hand formed a fist, pulled back and struck at his h...eavy elbow. A faint cracking sound was followed by a yelp and the guard dropped his weapon. Coraline grabbed it mid-fall, swung it around and slid it neatly up into her assailant's gut piercing his heart. His cry was cut short as his eyes goggled down at his own blade sticking out of his chest. He stood there for a moment before his eyes rolled. Well, I have this set up to convince you that I meant what I said. However, I decided not to remove your cock or balls this time. Instead, I am just going to boil them for a while before I let you go. This won't kill you, but I sincerely hope that it makes you wish that you were dead."Bill had removed Horsey's gag, and he replied, "You better let me go now if you know what's good for you! My brother will kill you slowly and as painfully as possible if you hurt me." Well, Horsey, all I know. He told me that the park was closed and didn't open until 6am. I said OK.Then he shut off his car and turned off his light. My eyes were adjusting when he got out. The cop said nice shorts and asked if I had any underwear on. I froze, shocked. He got right up to me and put me face down on the hood of his car. He firmly grabbed my hands behind my back and cuffed them together. He yanked my shorts down as he kicked my legs apart. I could hear him unbuckle, the jingling of keys and metal. He. I was that White chick who chased Black men like her life depended on it. I would meet them in clubs and take them home for a night of fun. How I loved Black men's bodies and uniqueness. And their amazing manliness. I loved the way Black guys smelled and tasted. And I couldn't get enough of Black dick. I loved to suck it and ride it. I've had Black dick in my mouth, pussy and ass. And I totally loved it. Sometimes, I would participate in orgies with other White women who craved Black men as.