No matter how new I was to this he simply refused to go easy on me and fucked me as if I was a veteran slut. He gave my ass long deep thrust immediate...ly and at a fast pace."Oh fuck! Oh my God, your fucking the hell out of me!" I said in obvious glee. "Your black cock feels so fucking good!" That's it, take that black cock." "Yes, boss! Fuck my ass!" He must have loved the sound of that because he pulled a drawer out of the side of my desk and planted a foot on it for leverage and went to town. ' 'You answer me something.' I said to her. 'What? What is it?' 'If I wanna stick my dick in that sweet, that ripe, ass of yours, what're you gonna do about it?' 'Please. No. All I can tell you is you better not try. You'd better not.' 'Because? Because what?' 'Because you'll be sorry. That's all I will tell you.' What did she know that I didn't? I have to say she did look strong, like really fit and I had little doubt in a hand to hand, even. I ran very disciplined routes and had great hands, if the ball was catchable I would usually come down with it. I was also very good at blocking for running plays or protecting the quarter back. Because of these skills, I was offered a partial football scholarship, and coupled with the academic one everything but spending money would be taken care of at college. These two offers made it possible for me to go to the University of Missouri. I was very fortunate to get these scholarships because. Signed S. Gerald Fitzpatrick, Esquire Butte Montana.”It took me a minute to figure out who Jacob Stanislaw was. Agnes had brought in my ham and eggs. Seeing my pensive look, she asked, “Bad news?”“Not good, Agnes. “I replied, “I just found out that a good friend died.” Seeing that she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. I started telling her about M.Sgt. Jacob “Jake” Stanislaw.When I divorced my wife, I was wiped out emotionally. After everything was said and done. And the vultures had finished.