He said, "Mrs. Jefferson, I want you to contribute $50 million to SHOVE. It will make up for the injustices black people suffered at the hands of the ...Hardwicks for so many years. We were delighted to hear that a black female will be handling the money now." He smiled conspiratorially and said, "Soon, of course, we will want it all signed over to us."We have big plans for you, too, of course. We can get you on the lecture circuit to talk about the abuse you suffered at the hands of that honky. I enjoy sex and I get paid for it. That's a nice combination. Before we go on tell me something about yourself." Oh there's not much to tell. We've been married for fifteen years. Two kids, a boy 11 and a girl who is 8. Kevin has a roofing company. Well, actually it was my dad's until he died. Kevin worked for him and learned the ropes. My dad always wanted a son, I guess Kevin was the son he never had. Business has had it's ups and its downs. Right now things are pretty good." She paused to. By the time he was done with this task it was nearing lunch time. Iwould ensure that he had no time to sit down and relax today. Perhaps hewould begin to understand what I'd been dealing with over the last 10years. All those years where I'd simply gone along with whatever hewanted, always hoping that one day he would start considering how Ifelt. The resentment had built up over time and now I'd found a way, Iwould have my revenge. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to hurt him, Ido love him, he. I leaned in to drink but he only allowed a touch of lips, only allowed a tweak of nipples—my hand to his, his to mine, and only allowed light sparring of our gorged cocks.“Hold me, Arnie,” he said with eyes glistening in the waning light. “Complete me.”And as I opened my arms to him, he turned and backed into my embrace, causing my cock to nestle between his warm hairy ass. “I just want to wrap you around me like a blanket,” he said and resumed the low chant.We swayed to no music, drowsed in.