A pair of high stilettos completed my outfit. Of course I left my thong behind, since I knew somebody could claim it as a souvenir.I was thinking abou... my Black Master; he considered me a white bitch to be used whenever he wanted; specially for black cocks…The bastard knew I craved it, even if it meant humiliating myself to get it.After dinner somebody knocked at my door. I opened and there was a big black guy, smiling at me. He said his name was Dino and added he would be the first in my wet. Though with a little common sense they're as safe as any other bike." I was thinking of a relatively low-powered single or twin – maybe a five hundred – preferably something I'm a little familiar with."He nodded. "What about this?" He led me to the back of the showroom, to a bright red and chrome, single-cylinder machine."An Enfield? I'd heard something about them – made in India? They used to be hard to keep oil in ... we called them Royal Oilfields." Harder than your Nortons and Ajays?"I. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked in her too-loud voice because she’d been startled and mostly because she was deaf. The fact that Marjorie and Rebecca were naked meant little to her. She’s been here with them long enough to know about them anyway and she liked them even more for it. — Rosa had made her memorable entrance into their lives the year that Amelia was learning that being married to a young psychopath was not exactly a bed of roses. It was closer to living in a thistle patch, the. Inizia a vestirsi per la giornata; un bel tanga ed un body senza maniche datoche la temperatura si e' abbassata e si inizia a sentire il fresco; una magliamorbidosa ed aderente con maniche lunghe, i jeans neri e le scarpe di tela.Ecco che la nostra protagonista, messa su una felpa esce di casa per i suoiimpegni quotidiani.Passa meta' giornata ed ecco che si ritrova in casa con uno dei suoi miglioriamici che e' all'oscuro di tutto.Come spesso accade, un discorso tira l'altro e all'improvviso.