The request made me angry. I sat in front of my machine staring at the email. My eyes burned but she would never have those from me again.SHE HAD NO R...IGHT!I told her I would think about it. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about it. I sat in front of my computer and started the story time and again. Each version was not about how I felt that night but how I felt about that night.The story was a carousel.I forced myself to write it one afternoon. The words surprised me with their. We needed to go back to her camp, find out what is wrong, and if there is a cure, Jora is not ill so Enore and her shall come with me.Now.Josh and I are pulled from our conversation, Marry has entered the conference room to inform me I have a visitor, I notice it has grown dark outside and I check the clock, I still have a few hours before m date."Who is it Marry?" I ask."Miss Naamah." She says.I frown and look at Josh, odd how that happens sometimes, that I was just thinking about a similar. They all had wedding rings. I love fucking a white woman knowing she’s got a white husband off somewhere and he doesn’t have a clue in the world that his sweet little wife is spreading her legs wide, letting my big black cock fill up her pussy. That’s when I love to catch ‘em. They been married to their small-dicked hubbies for a while, and they begin wondering what a really big cock would feel like. A big dirty BLACK cock. They dream about it every night with their fingers in their pussies. I. He grabbed my nipple with his teeth and pulled as he added another finger in my pussy. As he finger fucked me he moaned against my tit "You have a great body. Nice big tits to suck and a tight wet pussy. My big cock will love that tight pussy of yours." Then he ran his wet fingers down to my ass. He found my round bud and pushed a finger in it. As his finger went deeper he told me "Yes, I want to fuck that ass. I am going to fuck pussy and ass and let you suck my cock all night. I promise you.