That would have been anti-climactic. He wasn't going to go through with it after everything he had written, he just wanted to get off on the idea of b...ing a white fuck slut with no limits being tortured and used by a strong, Black Daddy. So he placated himself by pulling and stroking his tiny penis, imagining unspeakable, disgusting things.Barely a week went by when Scott's curiosity got the best of him. He sent another email and not surprisingly, it was returned as blocked. He had no less than. " Like what?" That if you hadn't been high on drugs you would never have behaved like you did. That actually is no excuse but it might soften their hearts. Then you say that you are very sorry to have caused Mrs Morris such distress." Eh?" Unhappiness." Oh, yeah." Now, have you got all that." Yeah! Guilty, guilty, fuckin' guilty an' I'm sorry for makin' Mrs bloody Morris un'appy. Load o' crap." Marty, all I have done is to give you my considered advice. If you don't want to follow it that's up. "It looks as though he's started to take risks," she finished."Do you think he'd force himself on her?" Probably not. Not yet anyway but it might become too much for him." I wonder if he's got a girlfriend staying this weekend."Angela looked surprised. "I don't think he'd risk being compromised," she said slowly."I believe the top price escort agencies are pretty safe. I think it's time we involved your father."Arthur was told the story at dinner. "I've never liked the fellow," he said. "I. No one stopped to help her. No one asked her what happened.Samantha was utterly alone, utterly humiliated, utterly ashamed, utterly dehumanized. And the worst, most shameful part of it all: thinking about it was making her wet. She wanted to cum. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted a man, any man, to come bend her over, put his cock inside her and fuck her senseless, even if it meant she’d piss herself in the process. But, for now at least, it was not to be. Her holes were made for piss and.