Jason didn't know which was worse, cocksucking ingeneral or putting a nigger's cock in his mouth. If the dreams were true,maybe Kershaw had ****d him..., he figured. Niggers were a****listic when itcame to sex, always bragging about how much white women craved their bigcocks. Their bestial nature explained their prowess in sports, which Jasonhad always envied. That had to be it. If the dream was true, Kershaw musthave ****d him. Jason hoped to God that Kershaw didn't remember whathappened. “Honey?” she gently pushed.“Help me out here,” she asked, “Dave, baby, it’s genuinely difficult to know where to draw the line sometimes. You were fine with me getting fucked six ways to Sunday by Malcolm’s buddies. By me acting as their resident live-in whore pretty much all week. And you’re fine with me sleeping with Malcolm three nights a week and managing strip joints. But getting another guy to play you in a porno while Dee reams him out is a bridge too. « Bonjour Princesse Claire »Je la sens se détendre, elle sourit « Bonjour Jo, tu as fait bonne route ? »Claire : « J’ai besoin de faire un petit retour sur notre soirée, je me sens toute chose, on en reparle ce soir, en attendant, installe tes affaires dans ma chambre, mets ton slip à sodo, rhabille toi, puis je te dis ce que tu as à faire. »Moi : « oui Princesse Claire »Je pose mes affaires puis je la retrouve dans la cuisineClaire : « Jo, ouvre moi, cette bouteille de vin, et sers moi un. "Okay!" she told me with a smile, and set off to look around the camp. I went into the Headquarters tent."Good morning, sir," a Sergeant on duty there said as I entered. "What can we do for you?" I came to see if it is all right to remove the defensive shell that kept the camp dry last night?" I told him."I'll have to get one of the officers to answer that," he told me, and hurried over to a table where a meeting was in progress. A large man in the uniform and with the insignia that I had come.