He'll react much better seeing his girls at their best." We're not his girls," Chalise corrected me. "He's only got a single girl; we're your girls." ...Actually, phrased like that, the sentence might not be as distinctive as you're hoping," Cate teased."You're right. Still, you get the idea. We want to get the idea across that this is the way it's going to be. He can either approve or disapprove, but he's not going to change anything," Kitty told me."OK, I can get behind that, but you don't mind. After his first shot he pulled out enough for me to feel his cum hitting the roof of my mouth. I held my mouth open until he pulled out completely and rubbed his black dick all over my face."Swallow that shit, bitch" he demanded. I swallow it (as if I had a choice) and was trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I had a strange feeling about this whole thing and the shame of it all started to set in. My thoughts got interrupted, "Bitch, it's customary to thank your Black Daddy after. That was closure, how we dealt with losing someone. I couldn’t do it, not entirely anyway. After about a month I did pack away what was lying around the house. His coat, shoes, the book lying on the bedside table, still open to page 126. It was Nocturne, something about the Cold War and a conspiracy theory, he had told me. I tried to put away everything, but I left reminders here and there, most hidden from any guests. In my own way, that’s how I held on to him. I remember the day I took the. Boy, I’m so fucking tired. Rolf comes laughing. ‘We’ve just called someone! I wonder what they heard!’ He puts the phone away and comes back to my pussy. He could hardly dial someone’s number with the head of his dick – must have repeated one of the recent calls… But I’m too excited to care about this funny little fact. ‘All right, Nicole, hold on.’ Finally he penetrates me and starts fucking as hard as he can. He’s ripped and enduring enough not to need any breaks – unlike that office asshole.