" Water?" No, what I want." She kissed me softly, put her hand on my cock and her mouth near my ear. "What I really want is to shave your balls and th...en suck them."My dick jumped in her hand."Huh, at least you're paying attention." She stroked my thigh through the pantyhose arousing me even more. "I want you to do something for me.""What?" I want you to go to the bathroom down the hall, get a bowl of warm water and bring it back." Okay." But I don't want you to change." Huh?" I want you to do. Everything was chilly. She moved her arm slowly and slid her hand along the smooth wall. She was in a bathtub. She was laying in an inch or so of something cold and sticky. No doubt it had dripped out of her while she lay there. She tried to sit up but her muscles were useless. On top of that, every inch of her body hurt. She looked down at her belly and saw the angry red stripes that criss-crossed her skin, looked further down and saw the same marks up and down both legs, every inch of flesh,. So is fucking black guys a bad thing?” “I don’t know. I assumed you’d know after asking me all these goddam questions.” “I will when I finish asking them. Are any of the things you’ve just told me bad things?” She paused, her face taking on a thoughtful, quizzical look. “No, they’re not really bad. Not really. Or are they?” “No. Only if you think they are. Do you think they are?” “No. Do you?” “Would I if I were asking you all these questions?” “I don’t know.. Without warning, she inhales it, all the way to the base, her throat full of my cock. She is good at this...allowing a cock to go all the way down. She massages it with her throat as her lips continue to suck and her tongue rubs the shaft up and down. She takes my hands and places them on the back of her head and pushes them down. I grab a hold of her hair and begin fucking her throat with deep, long strokes. She moans in pleasure as she feels it continually going in and out of her throat. She.