Have you ever gone black?” she asked as she scooted toward me slightly.“I’m afraid I’ve always been as pale as you see me here,” I sighed.�...The white girls say that once you’ve gone black you never go back,” she whispered as she leaned in for a kiss. As our lips touched, I realized what she meant. Oh! “Want to risk it?”“I think I’m up for that risk,” I said as I pressed the kiss back to her. “You might be risking being stuck on white guys, though.”“You’re hung bigger than a brother?” she. P considers his dilemma, butthere really isn?t one; if he backs out now he would be effectively disobeying,he would be letting down his Goddess. After all, what better way to show hisdevotion than to do this thing which gives him no pleasure but only disgust?Fighting the twinge of nausea within him he kisses the tip of Mistress Anne?sslave?s penis, and then, thinking that he might as well get this over with,takes it into his mouth as deeply as possible. p tries to think how he wouldlike to have. I was in heaven, as he slowly worked his penis in and out of my love tunnel. Eventually another car drove in and stopped. I glanced at the driver, a man, but he stayed in his car and just watched us for a while. I'll bet he was wanking along as we kept going at it. My new friend has amazing stamina, and would pump away for a while then stop, as if he was peaking, like you do so much. I was just very happy to lie there impaled on his long cock and with his body lying on my back. I lost. "Nope," she said nonchalantly, "unless there is some kind of magic I don'tknow about, and I don't think there is - swings don't work - then a boycan never become a girl." She stopped and counted off her well practicedthree seconds while examining Ally: curiosity only; good she was in time."But," she said and paused to make sure Ally was looking right at her,"sometimes there are girls that are born in the wrong body; they just knowthey are because their body feels so wrong to them. And it.