There was a boy from Africa who developed friendship with me. I used to go to his place which he had taken on rent for doing my homework and class ass...gnments. He used to live alone. We became very good friends.One Sunday morning he invited me for the breakfast. I visited him and had my breakfast with him. Then he told me to sit on the couch and watch television while he prepares tea for me. I was watching TV when suddenly he stood in front of me. Before i could understand anything he grabbed. She is certainly down on one man, and because of him, she doesn’t trust men in general, I suppose. Since I have so many wives, she’s probably even more leery of me. At least, that’s my take on the subject. Anyway, her mistrust of the male gender apparently doesn’t reach the point where she can’t be around us. She was actually nice to me, although she made her feelings clear about men in general. And she darn sure fought to keep you alive.”“Yeah, so I’ve heard. Because of what she gave me, I was. You are OK now. You just had to calm down a bit."Greg was dressed. I had a long sleeping T-shirt on. He offered me a sip of cold water which tasted good. I felt extremely tired, not sore, just tired. For some reason, I was content and satisfied. I was even glad he was there with me."I'm going to go. You need to get some sleep. If you need me, call. I left my number by the phone."We both smiled. It must be addictive. I slept till way after lunchtime. After taking a shower and washing my hair, I. I saw him lift his hand behind me and before I could even comprehend what was going to happen, he slapped my ass one time very hard. No one had ever slapped my ass before and it was like knocking over the first domino in a long line. The sting and sound of the slap sent me over the orgasmic cliff that I was teetering on since he came in.“Oh, fuck!” I hissed, as my orgasm crashed over me. My legs were shaking and I think that he was actually holding me up to keep me from collapsing. It was the.