This Sara girl seems like quite the little keeper,” she said as she bit her bottom lip. “I’m sorry that you were holding all of these feelings i...n, but what if I told you that I might have set that up; what happened last night.”“What?” I asked looking right into my mom’s eyes trying to figure out what she meant by that.“Well you were always talking about your girl troubles and I have been having my fair share of troubles with men. I thought that if you saw me like that you might get some. . Then it ran its course...She wasn't one to let me watch her adventures, she said it would inhibit her too much. And from what several of her black lovers have told me, she was quite the slut for black dick.She would go out alone, often locking my little dick in a cage, and return with a pussy full of black cum. She was always bare back.... she hates condoms...One night however, we wen't out to a blues bar in a neighboring town that has a mostly black clientele...She had me apply a temp QOS. That meant no volunteer work. No little outside job. No classes. He didn't even want her having any friends. He was jealous to the point of insane. He wanted her at home like always. Waiting for him to come through the door as always to have a hot meal waiting for him. The house clean, the laundry washed and put away. At home looking pretty for him when he walked through the door, to show off in public. And it was always that way.She felt she did her duty by him all these years. She had gotten. "Why, D-Donald," Lana stammered embarrassedly. "You startled me." You kind of startled me too, Mrs. Dobner.There was a long, awkward silence. Lana's cheeks flushed with shame as she realized she couldn't take her eyes off of the teenager's throbbing cock: Then. she saw that Donald couldn't take his eyes off her, either.Lana looked down at herself, remembering the negligee. It was the first thing she'd happened to grab for the quick trip to the kitchen, but it was extremely sexy, already one of.