“Fat chance,” I retorted as she turned to walk away.“Fat chance of what?” She turned around and asked, “Of you being in bed or me wrestling ...you down?”“Either,” I responded and right then she grabbed me. Shocked, I could do nothing but watch as she pushed me to the ground and straddled me, pinning my hands to the floor.“Hey!” I objected, “That hurt!”Jennifer smiled and tightened her grip.“Let me up!” I demanded.“What’s the magic word?” She asked, and as she did, I realized something awful. My. He ran his finger along the side of my neck and a shiver went through me. ‘Thank you baby,’ I said. The necklace was beautiful and I knew that it had cost a lot. Michael was always generous that way. The sex that night, was, as usual, good. Michael was a considerate lover and even if he came before me he would ensure that I too was pleasured. Sometimes I didn’t mind that he had come and I had not. I just enjoyed having him inside me, listening to his grunts and groans, feeling his push and. He set the thick file down on her desk and pulled up the guest chair opposite her."Yes, I'm pretty much set to go. Listen, I had an appointment at lunch time that ran longer than I thought. I never had a chance to grab a bite." She casually pointed to the plate of fruit in front of her. "You don't mind, do you?" After asking her question, she picked up a bright purple grape, formed her lips into an inviting 'O' and popped the grape inside."Uh, no. That's fine. Go ahead," Cary replied, his eyes. I thought, “A Black man is filling my pussy with his cum, a Black man is filling my pussy with his cum!!” I had finally started making real reparations for the racism of the white race. I was so proud. Daddy, I know that you don’t want me to get pregnant right now and have me on birth control. But maybe some day I could have your Black baby. I would be so proud!!But you still had one more hole to fuck. When I felt your cock at the entrance to my asshole, I felt scared again. However, Quanesha.