I found myself very engrossed in the act of fucking Tricia’s face, while she gazed at me with adoring, soft, baby blue eyes. She licked the head of ...my cock whenever she got the chance and played with my balls, too. It wasn’t just head, it was the full Tricia fellatrix experience, full-on, hardcore cock worship. She didn’t hold back at all, and I tried to fight off my release, but the more I did so, the more Tricia kept sucking and licking me, kept fondling my testes. That woman was bound and. The only thing hopeful was Mike was rich. You know, it’s been a while since the monster was loose. Why don’t you take him out for me? Yeah, nice and gentle. Love your soft hands. Oh, it’s so nice you know what to do. Not like Betty Halstrom. How many lovers have I had? I lost count. Like I said, I never fooled around with the residents here unless they were desperate old widows who could keep a secret. Flora Evans was one of them: God, that bitch was ahead of her time! Did absolutely. I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the panties.What would it be like to wear a pair that didn’t have a crotch?A shuddering, electric tingle raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.Cheeks burning, I. .. as I came like a pathetic faggot... that I realized I too was a submissive... just like my son... just like all those other white men.I knew without a doubt if I was put in that situation again with Jamal, I'd succumb.Fuck!I had to control this weakness.I had to be strong not only for myself, but for my son.It was no life to be addicted to BBC.It was no life having to be humiliated like my son.It was no life to be at the whim of a black man and his black cock.Fuck!I cleaned up my mess,.