I was his white bitchcrack whore and me made sure to keep me addicted by feeding and encouragingmy addiction. Like any good dealer knows, the first jo...b is to createaddicts and then keep them supplied and coming back for more. Except thisdealer was a black cock dealer, and I was a black cock whore.As time went by, my former life seemed more and more distant andirrelevant. All I could think of was getting my next fix of black cock andballs. I wasn't sure how I would ever be able to leave this. He knew he had to be honest."Ummm....it came off...." He did not know why, but he felt guilty, and nervous for a response. He had to wait for twelve brutally slow minutes."Not good, Charlie." He recoiled in shame at his real name being used. "I kept yours on me, and you should have done the same." Sorry! I didn't think it would be a big deal!"Another seven-minute wait. Then: "Too late. Get a goddamn marker." A marker?!"Haha good one." Not a fucking joke." Sam had never seemed so frustrated at. . ‘stead a’ you waitin’ for us to kick the bucket way on down the line, ya know? You’ll get it now while you’re still young and can do something with it.”What he was talking about was transferring the title to the ranch over to me. He and Mom had decided at the ripe old age of fifty-three and fifty-one, respectively, they wanted to buy a big RV and go on a perpetual tour of the whole country. They’d already bought it, along with a miniature Jeep-looking thing to haul behind it for local. His smile grew as his eyes stopped on my breasts and again as they stopped on my wet pussy and thighs. "Well, well what have you been up to?", he said. With that he lifted me up so that my legs were around his waist I could feel myself getting horny again as my clit rubbed against his torso. By the time we reached my bedroom Owen had his shirt off and his trousers were undoneHe threw me onto the bed so that I was on my hands and knees and started to lick from my pussy up to my ass. His tongue.