When I was released from Walter Reed, I had my military identification and a partial pay, but that was it. My wallet with my driver’s license was pr...obably inside the house. “If you call my mother, she’ll tell you who I am!”“Yeah, I thought so. Shut up, we’re going down to the station.”“Officer!” I protested.I didn’t get any further, because the son of a bitch slammed his right fist into my gut, doubling me over again. Then it got worse. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his left hand balled up. When we left from there and went and got in the car so we can go to the mall up the road but she told me to drive because she wanted to test that out as it was about a 20-minute drive to the mall, she sat in the passenger seat and we have to dress up a little bit, put the batteries in the remote and put that on turning it on and off and squirming all about saying how nice it was! When we got to the mall she put it in the glove box and we just walk around the mall looking at different stuff. He stood up aimed his cock at my face still jerking it quickly. I was kneeling before him as if he were a God, squirming at the thought of my reward soon to come. I needed his cum, I was a good little slut, I deserved it. “Please give me your cum” I begged. “Please, please cum for me!” I begged on my knees. “Oh yeah, your gonna get this nigger cum all in your fucking mouth bitch. You’re going to swallow all this cum you fucking white whore!” he groaned as he continued to jerk his cock. “I want. She read the notes, and asked me if I wanted to meet him. Obviously I did or I wouldn’t have shown this to her. After another few messages and phone calls, we agreed on a place to meet over drinks on Saturday night and if all went well, get a room on Sunday. We planned on having a drink and chatting for a half hour. Usually that is plenty of time to judge if the attraction is there. We spent almost two hours laughing and talking like old friends. He was very well-mannered, paid close attention.