I made a plate for you."No answer.Again I yelled a little louder, "Tommy… I have dinner for you!"Nothing.I walked up the stairs and turned the corne...r, approaching his room and calling out to him again, "Tommy?"I reached for the door handle and opened the door a little wider as I stuck my head in as I started to say his name again… and then I froze.Oh my god!Tommy was laying on his bed, reversed, so his head was at the bottom facing away from his door and he couldn't see me. He had headphones on. Even cowboys respect those guys. In any case, the more of them that are armed, the less trouble you'll have."Wentworth was almost afraid to ask, "Why's that?" Well," Chester considered how he could relate to this guy before beginning his explanation. "A few cowboys are freeloaders, but most are working stiffs. The Earth First guys seem to be a bunch of pansies that expect something for nothing. If they start trouble, the cowboys will throw them in with the bulls, literally. Now, there might be. She smiled as Emanuel grabbed a pillow from the desk, and knelt in front of her. Might as well waste no time if we can.I like the way you think. I think I’ll keep you. How much more time?Five seconds. Any requests?Yeah. Could you play with my breasts a bit, and do that thing with my areola?Gladly. He smiled as the bell rang.“Okay ... the rest of you entering strip as soon as your inside, and bring your clothing up to me. Emanuel, you can start.”Emanuel began to lightly trace his fingertips. "I'll fix him," as he sent all three of his emails again, this time, each one from one of his many other email accounts. The drama was arousing to Scott and he fisted his tiny cock in anticipation of a response. This time, he was sure to get some sort of rise out of this guy. It wasn't even about the sex anymore; it was a game of power. Scott needed to prove that he could not and would not be dismissed. He needed to put this Black guy in his place and teach him a lesson. Scott's true racist.