From fifty metres I read her thoughts. The Dooka, which is what the race called themselves, were primitive. They knew nothing of mindspeech or other m...anifestations of the mind. Their technology was even less than what Earth's was at the start of the 1900s.Before I pulled out I heard her say verbally, "Who is there? I can feel somebody in my mind." This was said both verbally and mentally.I felt it important to answer and cursed myself a bit for not being more careful. "Hello old woman. There is. You like it rough, don’t you?” he said with a commanding tone.Spanks rained down on her ebony butt. With how firm her ass was, each slap had more oomph. There was no cushion for the pushing, just a finely sculpted butt designed to be the sheath of an ivory sword.“Bruise me, Massa. Give me a darker shade of black on my behind. I’m not a ghetto skank with a booty but I know I can handle your fat, white cock better than any bitch around.”“More than Michelle?”“The nigger bitch can’t even rim you in. The food was delicious. Afterwards, we took the bus and walked around downtown. Just a well-dressed, happy and smiling non-couple. That night, Adam and I sat inside Confederation Park, looking at the stars. Yes, you can see them in the Ottawa night sky. I had so many thoughts swirling about my head. Throughout dinner and the entire outing, Adam mainly talked about himself. His plans at the University of Ottawa Law School. His goal of being an international lawyer, practicing both in Canada and. That ishow I like it anyway, she is always trying in various ways to please me and shewill do whatever I say. It?s like there is an understanding between us, I am incontrol and she follows.All was well and good in my life until recently. School was boring as usual soI was really looking forward to the weekend. Kristen came up to me in the halland told me how her parents had gone away for the week, so would I like tospend the weekend at hers. Sure, why not I thought, it could probably be fun.We.