The Afrikaner. It is him! One of the men at my friends party. I try to speak to him, making as much sound as I can muster behind my gag and gesturing ...ildly. "Shut up, bitch," he says. And then he slaps me through my face. Hard. "Your words and sounds mean nothing here. They are to our ears like the sounds an animal makes. Your crying and screaming will amuse us and your whining and barking will irritate us. So, I will only say this once more, shut up if you want to suffer less."And the he hits. I don’t mind, I like flaunting my figure and toying with guys. As I was in the produce section this absolutely gorgeous black guy walks up to me and asks me what type of produce I like better: cucumbers or bananas? A lame line I admit but this guy was 6’3″, dressed in a fine blue suit with broad shoulders and strong hands with a bright gold tie on. He looked a lot like Tye Diggs, yumm!!! But most of all I could see a dent a considerable distance down his right leg . . . I love huge cocks!!! I. Time was already 10.50 by then. Once he got down from driver seat I could see his bulge. He looked at both ways and suddenly he got into the back seat. I removed his driver coat button one by one and to my surprise, he wasn’t wearing a shirt but a vest.God! I loved him seeing in a black vest. He was seating a little. I just touched his body over the vest and he seemed to enjoy the touch. He lit up a cigarette and stretched arms on the support and made himself comfy. Once he stretched arms. I. He had been asking about various permits needed by several businesses. Frankly it was important for the city to get the money from them. It would keep the city in the black. Aunt Flo had become the new ‘hostess’ for the ‘Roominghouse’. After she fell down the stairs, she changed her mind and became the new professional and first lady for the mayor. Unfortunately she lost the baby when she fell. In Nancy’s mind Fred had a lot to answer for and she had been looking for evidence all of this.