“But on the other hand you love Jack. Jessica was planned wasn’t she?” Karen asked. “Well yes, but you can’t just compare your marriage to s...meone else’s marriage. You just gotta work through it,” I replied. “Well Amber, I love you like a sister, but you don’t anything. I’ve been working through it and it’s getting me nowhere,” Karen said. “Well it sounds like you are sold already. So let’s forget it,” I replied. Then I started walking away, but Karen grabbed my arm. “What?” I asked. “Well, I. By far I prefer Black men. I like the way they smell and taste, I guess you could say. I also like to dominate them. How dominant am I? Feel free to ask my good friend and sometime lover Martin Jean Claude. This big and tall, ruggedly handsome Black stud is really into bossy Black chicks. That's okay because I like to boss Black men around. That's why he's kneeling me before me in my apartment basement, polishing my shiny black leather boots with his tongue. I just love a man who does as he is. My thumb worked against her, circling her little clit and raising it up into a hard little pink button. I could feel the heat of her lips and what was even more delicious, I could smell her. The rich smooth clean musky scent that was hers alone and I had come to know so well in so short a time. It made my mouth water.She was breathing faster now and her driving was a little erratic. I knew we were being dangerous but I didn't care. There's not much to thongs and my thumb was working her so. I stand up "resume, don't let that come out, or you won't be allowed to cum tonight!" "Yes Sir!" "Keep your hands behind your back." I take both my hands and take a hold of her head. "Open wide." I slide my cock in and start fucking her face. Going deeper with each thrust! Then as I'm as deep as her throat will allow my cock to go. I hold it down her throat and just take short thrusts. She's choking and her eyes are watering. I pull it out just long enough for her to get a deep breath in. And.