I leaned down and pressed my face to hers, feeling her wet cheeks. It was tears, not my cum. "Mom?" I whispered."Michael ... oh, Michael," she mumbled....I stood up, finding and pulling her hands with me. "Come on," I urged, tugging her toward the door."No, I can't," she whispered."Yes," I whispered, more urgently. I pulled harder but her hands pulled out of mine.I bent down but couldn't retrieve her hand. Instead, I found her foot and curled my hand around her ankle. Lifting her leg, I pulled her. It never occurred to me that his guy had something to do with the ad.I looked in my house mail box day after day hoping to at least get some kind of replay. Even if who ever posted the ad said we didn't qualify. A week went by with no reply. Still I had the feeling someone was spying on me and Jay agreed with me. Both of us couldn't be loosing our minds about having the feeling of being followed. Two weeks went by and still nothing in the mail. I had pretty much given up hearing from the person. Ralph barked at Eddie "spread her pussy lips". I flinched as Eddie ran his hands down my body and spread my pussy lips wide open with both of his hands, while Jason was rubbing my tits and holding me on the chair. Ralph, but the egg vibrator up to my clit and starting moving it back and forth. It hurt and made me feel like I had to go to piss at the same time. Ralph then started fucking my pussy hole with the vibrator while also rubbing it on my clit. I could hear the men in the audience start. 'Well how about if it was the other way round. If you came and lived with my parents, in their damp, cramped little tenement, with the smell of curry coming up from the Indian restaurant in the basement. Or went to events with my black friends, who all look at you and call you a white honky. How about that?''That's OK. I wouldn't mind.' Would he?But Carmine was in full flow, and nothing was going to stop her. 'You don't realise what it's like to be poor, or black, or even a woman. When you're.