Today, Sunday, was day number one.As for Maria, she stopped feeling sorry for herself at the exact second John moved between the bars. Turning to Char...otte Armitage the second he completed that single step she said, "I know you made it a rule that we have to both make it to fuck," she indicated John, "but that aint fair to 'Daddy John'. It took him seventy five minutes and everything he had to make that one step. 'Charlie', you can't deprive him like that."All eyes turned to Charlotte Armitage. “Ray, can I ask, were you at all sexually attracted to me before I came to you that day?” I asked.“Maybe, I'm not sure honestly. I just knew you were my sister, and I'd anything in the world for you, even have sex with you,” Ray replied.“But you really liked the sex though?” I asked.“Well I married you and got you pregnant when you asked me to, so I think you are in the clear there,” Ray replied.We both made out for a couple minutes and then he took off my shirt, then my bra as well.“No, I. I can’t help but look up at his face as I fumble with cold hands on his belt and then through the barrier of his dark wash jeans helping me get closer to the prize I wanted so much, one that at present was making my knee’s weak mouth dry and that place in-between hot and moist. I can feel the fire building in the pit of my stomach and I know that once I take him into my mouth I’ll orgasm on the spot. Too much time seems to be wasted by my thoughts so I pull his thickening member from their. 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 MY 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).