You did not know about my condition and still could not be faitfull. I will never lead a life were I cand marry a guy and have k**s. I might as well b...e a slut and have lots of fun. No one cares anyway. You don’t. You enjoy seeing me getting fucked and creamed by others. It makes you hard. I think we’re just perfect for eatch other in the end. I like cock, you do too. I like to get creamed and you like to lick it. Don’t tell me otherwise. I saw. You licked me twice. I saw how much you enjoied it. . Please? Please cum for me?"He would. Soon. The pleasure was washing all over him.The whites had thought their black slaves stupid fools, not much more evolved than apes. Thus, they had justified owning blacks and treating them as cattle--buying and selling, breeding and using. But Kunta was no docile, dumb cow. He was a leader of a proud race of princes, poets, and priests. He was an alpha among alphas. And he knew how to administer justice to dogs like these white scum. Suck, suck,. I do not want to cling on to him, especially because we are not together, but we did have fun and we talk about it often.We definitely had enjoyed each other and he definitely knows how to please me. I am about 5’4, have a silky smooth milk chocolate skin tone, heaping handfuls of 36C breast, a small waist and a fat ass. He always tells me how sexy I am even though we have to dress professionally every day in slacks and dress shirts. I have literally been tortured daily when sits next to me and. Suddenly a cornerappeared and round the corner was a water fountain. I wanted to sit fora moment. I was about to sit on the floor, but another corner appeared,and round that corner was a chair. I sat. Was it really possible that if I thought of something I wanted itwould appear? Suppose I wanted a pile of money?I got up and started to walk. The hall turned a corner, and there was abox overflowing with hundred dollar bills. I picked up a pile of themand my hand immediately stung. I dropped the.