. I'm sorry," she whispered. I reached over and kissed her on the forehead."I know, Amy. I tried to stop him from going, I really did, but he is a gro...n man that makes his own decisions. Besides, it was the right decision, hard as it seems right now." How did you know he was in trouble, Samantha?" Cindi asked. Before Samantha could answer, the telephone rang. It was Patrick's father. I knew right away it was not good, as he didn't joke with me at all. I put him on the speakerphone and he got. One day, I stayed late for the first at work with Lauren and Aline, another colleague of mine in finance. I had left our office to buy some supper. But, when I came back, I heard both speaking about the men in the factory. I was amazed that I was working with two real black cock sluts. While I had some fantasies about being fucked by the black men in the factory, they had been fucked by many of them. I had been listing for a while, my little manclit felt so hard, and I was precumming in my. She was wearing this long dress sweater like thing that had big buttons down the front. Under that she was wearing some kind of low cut white shirt and I could really see her cleavage. I got a little more worried as I thought about what blackman had said. What if she didn't remember? But that couldn't be because my grandmother always was very intelligent and has never had memory problems before. Still I was really worried as the night went on.She had cooked a very good dinner for us of steak,. ??She’ll never know!??All right. Prove that you’re a slut, and I’ll let you get stoned and fuck you as the slut you are.??How do I prove that???Well for starters you could show me your sloppy cunt and horny asshole, beg me to fingerfuck them, then I’ll make a couple of joints while you lick my cock and balls or play with your scummy cunt.??But???No buts about it, you came here to get fucked, knowing I’ve got a steady girlfriend, which, by your own definition, makes you a slut. You can either.