I am talking about promising to give him a little if he does well and we win the Big Game.” Sandra had now finished drying her feet and was slipping...into a little skirt sans panties. I had dressed with her often enough to know that she wouldn’t be putting on panties later. I guess she considered it a time saving mechanism given her lifestyle. “Sandra!” I exclaimed. “You don’t really think I am going to offer up my body to Ron in exchange for a football win, do you?” For my part I put on. Moving to my other nipple; my body arches towards you. Entwining my fingers into your hair, I pull you closer to me, begging you to suck harder; god baby, don't stop. You are taking your time; knowing the effect you are having on me. Knowing I need your full attention at the spot where my desire is burning the hottest. I beg you baby now, please, I need you!! You continue sucking a little longer on my nipple; but know I can't take much more. Moving your lips from my nipple you kiss your way. I want you to save yourself for me, do you understand?" she saidin a more demanding tone than I was used to."Yes, I understand," I answered with a nod of my head."Good, and I want you to send me pictures of you in each outfit so I can seehow they look on you and that will make me very horny and anxious to get youin bed when I get home."That's when our doorbell rang.She smiled at me and said, "Don't just stand there, go down and let him inand remember to be nice."I opened the door and there. ..and she would remain accustomed to handling his girth and weight—in just this way—for the rest of her natural life.Leasa knew at this moment that Sambo had just impregnated her, and that she would now be his lover for life, as well as the mother of his c***dren. As Sambo attempted to dismount her, Leasa held on to him tightly. He was hers; she didn’t want to let him go—even for a moment. This massive, ugly black man had just given her more pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life..