*************HarveyIt had been over a week since Fatima had moved in and we had settled into a pattern. I became familiar with her routine. She was a ...ard worker and she was earning every dollar she received.She had a simple routine every day. She would cook breakfast at 8.00am. We would eat together and have simple chat. She would then clean up and retire to her room at 10.00am. She would milk her breasts and sometimes masturbate. She would then finish up the rest of the jobs in looking after. His subconscious mind knew that, and that it was gang violence that had killed her, but his conscious mind insisted that if the white man would give jobs to young black men, they wouldn't join gangs. Still, it bothered him sometimes that a man of his own race had killed his wife.It didn't matter. He was here, and the defendant was white. He'd been given a chance to alter those statistics, even if only a little. That was the black man's burden ... to be restricted to taking baby steps ... toward. I pulled him all the way out, then slowlytook the fully engorged prick into my mouth andonce again suctioned the underside while flicking my tongue over thesensitive underside and slowly swallowed the whole thingagain and again.Fully erect now, it had to be 10 inches long and It curved downwards nearthe head. A big damn cock !I pulled off it and stared at the thing it all it's erect glory, Wow,jackpot indeed. This time I just relaxed and went for it, deepthroating the whole thing in one go. He. See the swell and shape of her breasts.See how her nipples stick out. Imagine what they feel like. Imagine howthe rest of her body feel when she touches them."It was as though a switch had been thrown. I felt that I was a passengerin my body. "Breathe." This is real." Her voice was inside my head. "Listen and feel my presence. Your stomach istighter...tighter...smaller...more compact...feel my words shape yourbody. I am your will and I am in total control."My stomach was tighter. The muscles.