" No, I don't want any cock but Robert’s!" You said your husband will let you have a black cock and you don't want it? Are you crazy? Do you know ho... amazing it is? Haven’t you heard the proverb, 'Once you go black you never go back?’ " That's not what he said. He agreed that I can watch you two and if you persuade me, I can go along with it if I like it and want the experience." Either way, your husband wants you to fuck a black cock." No." Yes! Let me ask you something. How long is Robert’s. If you're curious about where my inspiration comes from, check out their story Humans and Homesteads, under the "The Cock Ring of... Magic Glory Holes?" chapters. I welcome and even encourage anyone and everyone to submit chapters, though I will be moderating this. Gotta have some quality assurance, of course. Anyway, onto the premise!)(ANNOUNCEMENT April 20, 2019! I have decided to make my Twitter public. If you want to get updates (I'm planning to update my situation a bit more frequently. Although its Sunday night newscast was one of the lowest rated of the week, the station began promoting an expose of the Calder City Mayor’s extravagant spending during its Sunday afternoon telecasts.The main hook revolved around the mayor’s late nights, learned through overtime payments made to her city police bodyguards. The five men who comprised her security force had accumulated more than $250,000 in overtime, much of it after midnight and out of town, during Hopkins’ six years in. " "Sorry," I said. "It's just hard to tell what they're supposed to look like. I mean it's not like I know that much about bikinis or anything." Mel gave an exasperated sigh and looked around for a minute. "Okay. Come on," she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the side of the store. I followed behind her with my armload of dangling bikini pieces. We arrived at the changing rooms. There was an attendant desk piled with clothes and empty hangers, but it was unstaffed. "Wait here," Mel.