The letter went on to inform me that I had been assigned the task of sucking one thousand black cocks (and swallowing each of their loads of cum), as ...Y contribution towards the process of racial reparations.So (and remember, this was only a dream!) I headed that way! A thousand cocks were a lot of cocks! A thousand loads of cum was A LOT of cum! But, as the letter had explained, it was my 'duty' to do so! When I arrived at the Reparations Center, I was processed (after filling out more forms). " I smiled back at her."Shoot we need to rush we need to get going I'm starting in less than anhour now."As we walked out the door the cashier said to us, "Have a great day," hiseyes glancing at us again."Byeee," I said sweetly waving, doing my best strut on my way out thedoor. I could hear Jess mumble, "I've created a monster"The trip to her house was a short one and a silent one. Guess I couldn'tblame her. Dre wouldn't normally act like this, but I'm not Dre, I'mRea. I'm his vacation. 5 inch ka tha usne kaha ke bhiaya aapka itna bada hai ab toh maza aaega jada.Phir mein uske boobs ko chus rha tha aur wo mere lund se khel rhe thi. Phir meine usse apna lund chusne ko bola toh uske mana kiya meine force kiya toh maan gae aur chusne lage main toh pagal hogya tha esa lag rha tha ke saalo ke practice h usko. Phir mein uske chut ko chatne laga wo machal uthi aur moan karne lage ahhhhh bhaiya aaahhh come on plz aaaaPhir meine condom nikala aur usko apne land par daalne ko diya, phir. ‘There is a pastor waiting in the chapel, provided you said yes.’ ‘Ryan! The dress is beautiful. What would you wear?’ Thoughts slammed through her as she processed what was happening. They had been together almost eight years. She had thought he was against getting married because he feared he would hurt her even more so when he passed away. She was excited and nervous all at the same time. ‘I have a tuxedo I can wear so my bare ass doesn’t hang out in the pictures. I can’t give you a big.