She tells me that it's "The Dungeon" and if a white guy goes in, he doesn't come out for a long, long time. A few minutes later a cute white guy who c...uld barely walk, (and obviously exhausted) comes out and leaves the bar. I immediately ask my new friend what happens in that room. She tells me the white "victim" (her words) goes in and submits endlessly to every demand from every black guy that goes in. As I adore black men and live to service their every desire I beg her to arrange for me to. “But how the hell, I wonder, would giving you a GFE have been a problem? It’s not like you were going to turn me in and have my nonexistent license revoked. As a member of the bar, I should not use foul language to describe illogic, so, sir, I say to you, feces! I was full of feces!”Laughing, I told her, “Well, now that’s out of your system, what was this about kissing?” We spent the next few minutes happily wrestling with our lips and tongues.“As far as you savoring tastes, let me tell you. I came back to my room and sat down on the bed. I left the door opened and after few seconds Paul entered in my room. “What happened, Mom?” Paul asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m okay,” I said, “Today I came home a little early, and I saw you masturbating on my bra,” I said after a long pause. I got up and took off my dress. Paul was trying to understand what I had in my mind. He looked surprised and stared at my boobs. I took off my panties too and left them on the floor next to the bed. I lay. She was already in more trouble than she was used to. Grayson picked up the cane and positioned himself next to her. “Now you’ll get five with this cane. After every swat I want you to kiss the hand that has punished you.” He didn’t give her time to answer before he brought the cane down on her pussy. It went between her lips and hit her clit directly. Jen’s back arched high off the table and she screamed. Grayson placed his hand over her mouth and she lifted up to kiss his hand. “Thank.