" Maybe, but it's true enough. She's called me several times to come over and lift her spirits... into the bed."Rosa laughed again, "Wait until you he...ar the whole story, baby," she said and lay her hand on his leg and moved it slowly up and down.His cock rose up until fully engorged with blood and she took him in hand and squeezed him."The man of steel," she said and sighed, then bent her head down and licked the tip lightly. "Had much action today?" Some. I saw Helen this afternoon. We met at. " Interior decorating consultants?" Julie asked."That's the current ruse the prostitution industry is forced to utilize in WestHem society. It used to be massage therapists but, as you know, the act of massaging a human body is one of the things made illegal in the Public Morals Act." How do those people live?" Julie asked, shaking her head in bewilderment."Not very happily," Sampson said. "In any case, as you can imagine, employing prostitutes is extremely risky behavior for her. Even though. Then, slumping back on the couch, she spread her legs and ordered me to make her scream.“Don’t worry pervy, I’ll teach you what to do,” Adriana said, slumping next to her sister.I knelt, ready to dive in when Adriana tapped the back of my head. “Take it easy stud. Start by kissing and licking the insides of her thighs. Make Mel wait. Tease her so that when you finally get round to licking her cunt, she’ll be dying for it.”It seemed like good advice.I edged toward the sliver of fabric covering. Some will say that libation practice was nothing more than Brother Dexter's "perversity" and decadence; but I can assure you that this is not at all the case.The reason for making libations, the entire 'point' of it, was in the willing sacrifice of one's own genetic future (that is, in passing on my Caucasian genetic material in the form of further Caucasian off-spring), and assisting the furtherance of more black off-spring, instead (and in this case of Brother Dexter's African genes through.