Sometimes I would say to the wife that I was going to the gym. I even fucked her at my own house in bed (as she stayed over in the guest room and my w...ife went to work early (7.30am). When my wife went to work, I snuck through into the guest bedroom very quietly and saw her lying so sexy. I got in her bed and touched her nipples and she moved a bit when I felt her cunt she just opened her legs for me but her eyes were closed? She never said a word. My cock easily disappeared into her slippery. Willard said, “Please, tell me what happens, how you change women’s minds about black men. Everything, good and bad, I need to know.” Jerome said, “OK, but we need to sit and talk after work. I’ll meet you at the ‘B - W’ club for a beer.” Willard was a nervous wreck the rest of the day, he kept thinking of what he would learn. Why was Jerome so against telling him? Willard looked up the address of the ‘B - W’ club. He saw the address was in a run down part of town, mostly black. “Fuck the doll,” he screamed at me. “It's no toy for a boy. And I told you to tell the other girls that there were no breaks tonight.”“I told them,” I whispered. My eyes flicked from Herr Richter's red face, down to the doll on the floor.“You're fucking useless,” Herr Richter said. “I bet you didn't even speak to them.”My throat went dry.“I promise Herr Richter,” I said, on the edge of audibility. “I… I just don't have the authority that you have.”Herr Richter leaned down so close I could feel. Caden let the magic flow through him, giving in to its seductive power, feeling his blood begin to boil with energy. It felt like electricity was coursing through his veins, what could only be described as a desire to dominate driving away his terror. The Master had warned against surrendering to these impulses, but right now, fighting like the battlemages of yore was his only chance to survive.With reflexes that surprised even himself, Caden swiped at the spear, pouring his will into the.