.. Did you have someone in mind for your wife?" Yep," I said, then I leaned down and kissed her."Is that an indication that you might be considering m...?" she asked with a shy little smile."Yep," I said, then I leaned down and kissed her again."Don't you think you should ask me and see how I feel about it?" Yep," I said, then I leaned down and kissed her for a third time."Well?" Millie, for most of my life I loved you like I love my sister. A few years ago I realized I love you like I'd love my. “Get it nice and fucking hard for me love,” Jim said to me as he slapped his prick around my cheeks and then onto my lips.“Uh huh,” I muttered again as the tip of his knob split my lips and entered my mouth.I licked his knob tip and then spat on his tool. My spit dribbling down his shaft.“Oh yes, slut!” he uttered at me.I worked it in my hand and then engulfed it with my mouth the best I could. Half the length was in me, he still wasn’t t hard but was firming up with each slurp and each head. Meanwhile, back to the story. You are not going to believe this. Emily was a descendant of Marina, the interpreter for and mistress of Hernando Cortes. Caitlin made mention of Marina when she told us of Cortes and Montezuma. So you see, I am not only African-American, and Vietnamese, I am Aztec, and Spanish, and Mexican. A real mutt. And would you believe, part Comanche, but I’ll get to the rest of that story later. ‘Marina, called La Malinche by her fellow Indians, loved Cortes, called. ..your ass isfired AND I let everyone know why and what type of sissy pervert you are.This will also go into your file so that anyone calling for reference willknow too." With that he knew I was trapped and so did I. He undid his beltbuckle and started to pull down his zipper. I gave into my fate and kneltdown. As I did I thought about what he just said "become OUR bitch" butbefore I could fully form a thought around that Chaz's huge cock sprangout of his shorts. It was at least 10" long and.