With our fire going good, the girls started trying to tell Ray and I about the differences between living in South Carolina and living in Connecticut....Ray and Trudie decided to go get some food so that we could use the fire to have a little picnic or something. They returned in about ten minutes. Ray had brought potatoes and Trudie had brought some popcorn and a wire framed popcorn basket with a long handle. The handle was about three feet long and it was metal except for the last foot where it. .. MANY times before! Likewise, I have inspired other blacks to do what they do best... fuck bitches, and YES that means YOU white boys!!! Although we generally require little motivation to fuck white ass! I've written several similar blogs, if after you finish reading this one, you find that you would like to know more, than please do go back and read them. The reason I am writing this one is because of a funny thing that happened to me. In my life, I have actually fucked FAR MORE white girls. Clothes in disarray. Truly, a ‘Cutty after the fuck’ look. She had fallen so low ... again.“Am I a slut? Why do I keep on submitting, no, eagerly participating? Am I going nuts?”Donna started to clean herself as her thoughts ran wild. She could not understand herself anymore. She did not like herself anymore. She disrespected herself. Better, she loathed herself right now.But as she worked through her feelings, her own hands were busy applying slut make-up. Changing her into Cutty, the wanton. "He smiled at her purr but yipped out when she pinched one of his nipples softly. "Evil wench," whimpered Toby. "Oh evil am I Pet? You were the one that left me aching and whining on the bed this morning, did you think I would forget?" Toby smiled at the memory of that morning, remembering how he had pleasured her to a peak so many times then left for work, hearing her whine as he did so. "I don't forget pet, so this is both your gift and punishment," purred Jo as she gently threaded her.