So, I had M take one. Me, on my bed, in my favorite t-shirt. I wasn’t making eye contact and it through him off. Is that something your master has t...rained in you? no, I just have a thing about eyes. So here’s the eye poetry.“I believe that eyes are windows to the soul. Mines broken (child hood traumas I’m finally starting to work through) so my soul is shattered into millions of pieces. Like shards of a smashed window on an icy night. Some blood stained. I don’t like showing it off. I don’t. .. Please! A moment of your time..." ... Just a few questions..."Their words began to mold together in my head until all I could hear was a loud din. Why won't they shut up!? Why won't they just leave me alone!? Get out of my way! As these thoughts swirled through my head I began to feel something burning inside me. A rage, a beastly feeling I had never felt before. I didn't just want these men and women to leave, I wanted them gone... permanently gone. Without realizing it, I let out a deep. She was moaning loudly with her hands on the back of my head. After several minutes, she looked at me and said, "I've never fucked a black man before, but you could be my first! Your dick is gorgeous!"I took her hands and lifted her out of the hot tub and walked with her inside. Mike was still on the bed asleep, so I took her to the sofa and laid her down. She spread her legs and her pussy was already wet. I went down on her first, eating that white cunt for all I was worth, but she didn't cum.. "Okay man, I can see yourmind is blown. But I knew exactly how you were gonna be today. You can'thelp it. You are a big old power bottom, you can take dick for days."He gave me another kiss. "Now you be careful with George andHector. They're nice and all but they are dogs. And don't go down to thatclub. You'll be getting double-dicked at both ends before you know it."I gave a weak laugh, scared and turned on at the thought.'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''I got home and.