I had a radio and I was listening to a political talk show. The host was discussing monetary reparations to blacks for slavery. The host was obviously... against it and I agreed for the most part. This black man heard it and asked me if I thought reparations were in order for blacks. That boldness stunned me and I didn’t know what to say. I could feel tremors of fright. All I could think to do was just be honest. I feared where it would lead but saying nothing or making up something could get me. "Well enough about that, why don't you come over here and eat breakfast while I get ready. We still have 5 or 6 miles to go before we get to the campsite."She handed me a plate of bacon and eggs and went back to the tent to change. I still was confused and full of turmoil on the inside and frankly, I wasn't that hungry. I poked at the food idly and thought of the events that had occurred the night before. Her words played back in my mind as I reflected on the previous evening. "Give Momma your. That's a given. Man, I bend that bitch over, smack that ass hard and just walk it jiggle. Then I fuck her like a dog and make her get on her knees and lick it up."Derrick imagined Brian on his knees, stroking his dick, his snake like tongue flicking over his bulbous head, his hot mouth wrapping around his shaft. His hand flew down to his jeans, and before he knew it, he'd squeezed his dick.Brian paused a minute. "Shit. Listen to me talking about pussy when you probably forgot what it feels. It’s been a long day and I’m ready to go home. “Yuki!” my bosu yells, “Snap out of it. Here. [hands me a large package] Takeshi isn’t here to deliver this so I’m leaving it up to you to take it to our partners. It’s confidential and very important that you get this to them today.” [he hands me instructions to their office]I quickly run out of the building and wave a taxi down. I hop in and my mind begins to wander. A few minutes pass by and I arrive at the office. I sprint out and make my way.