"Condoms," answered Shelly. " I don't want to get pregnant." Horse played with the condoms and them passed them back to Shelly. "I don't use condoms, ...baby," he said. "I fuck my woman raw, not with some fucken plastic bag on my johnson." "But you have to," begged Shelly. "It's the worst time of the month for me.' "No fucking way," said Horse standing and reaching for his underwear. "I ain't never bagged it yet and I ain't about to start now." "Please," she begged, holding the condom out to him.. She realized she couldn't throw him out without making a scene so she told me she was going to "take a double" (her name for a sleeping pill and vodka shot) and go to bed while we could "stay up to any goddamn hour we pleased!" I was grateful for that "double" since it meant she would be out cold until morning.Despite my wife's past, she had only been with white men. She's not a racist, but she finds the idea of interracial sex to be extremely distasteful. Meanwhile, Jimmy is as black as they. The slave’s ass quickly starts to whelp up from the slap of the switch. Master uses the switch on the slave’s ass, tits, thighs, back and stomach. The different spots quickly show signs of the switches mark. Then Master lowers the slave down and unties the tree rope from the bound tits. Once this is done Master orders the slave on its knees as He stuffs His cock into the slave’s mouth. He fucks the slave’s mouth hard. Master pushes His cock deeper and deeper down the slave’s throat. He orders. Smiling she picked the crop back up.She stopped in front of him and stared at him, fascinated when his already hard cock, swelled beneath her gaze. Good. She gently used the riding crop to stroke his cock and he tensed. She almost laughed, he knew what was coming, she knew what was coming. And yet he didn’t say a word. His eyes never met hers as she brought the crop down onto his cock. Even though the blow must have hurt, he didn’t cry out, nor did his cock diminish in size at all. She smiled.