I didn’t even put up a Christmas tree this year. My heart just isn’t in it. My early years were spent in the military. I was trained as a medic in...a special forces unit. The training was as rigorous than that given to RPAs. After retiring from the military I worked as an RPA for many years. Now, I just sit here and brood over my losses. I know that I am clinically depressed. Unfortunately, anti-depressants can only do so much to help. They can’t erase memories. Out here, in the boonies, in our. The leader pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of his new white cocksuckers. As the dominant black students left, he smiled, "I’ll be in touch."I was pumping my cock furiously, the fleshlight now pleasuring me almost as good as a real pussy, I closed my eyes and images of big juicy black cocks being sucked filled my internal widescreen. I imagined it was me being forced into sexual submission to black cock, being forced to obey and suck cock after cock. The taboo images had my balls. Ahhh, yes, it's wonderfulwhen you pinch my nipples..." He moved his hand away from his cock andsqueezed each nipple, imagining a man pinching and sucking each one, bitingthe tips. He pinched each one with his long fingernails and moaned louder.He pushed harder on the dildo and it went in another inch. He started slowlymoving his hips up and down, wishing it was a real cock inside him. He wassweating under the long, red wig, but the hair framing his face intensifiedthe feelings, making him feel. “You are fucking pregnant? But you are in college right now,” Christina said.“Well, this guy loves me and wants to take care of it with me,” I replied.“And you brought John over because you want him to make sure I don't get up and beat the shit out of whoever knocked you up?” Christina asked as she stood up.“No, he is the father!” I yelled.Then she had another stunned look and slowly sat back down.“I did not just hear that,” Christina said.I didn't know what to say. She obviously wasn't happy.