I took her home at 3 a.m. Let me think ... I promised to pick her up Sunday at 8 o'clock for a day of fun. Now, I'm sitting here ... and this is defin...tely not fun!Where did this this story really begin? I am 36-year-old black man, who went to a well-heeled university and got into a banking career in North Dallas. Then I got married! It was beautiful wedding and honeymoon. She was white. We were married for 11 years. Actually, make those two happy years and nine miserable years. Then I was. Linya was becoming a little scared about these accusations. “Would you please tell me what this is all about?”The officer rubbed his forehead and said“Just tell us already. We have checked your background and it seems that you just don't know who you've got involved with. Trust me, that man is not worth being protected.”Linya began to shout from frustration“Who is that man!? I'm not protecting him, I've never met him!”“Fine.” the officer said “Have it your way then.”He stood up and knocked on. Nervously, I lowered my jeans and pants, exposing my hairy pussy (I hadn’t shaved before I left, not expecting any action on a remote island).I leaned back with my bum cheeks perched on the edge of the table as I didn’t think my quivering knees would hold me up. He took a step back and gazed at my pussy as I stared at his cock.“I can’t see a hole,” he said.“It’s hidden in my hair,” I replied. He bent down for a closer look.“Can you show me? All I can see is a pink line.” My wet lips now were. It was just like the thing the female Magician had tried to do against me inside the warehouse. Except that the power this guy was trying to use felt enormous when compared to that previous time.The difference was that now, a part of me knew what I was doing and my magic push was a bit different. Again, my push changed his chant so that most of the energy he released was directed back at him, only this time it wasn’t released immediately, but slowly. So that he could feel his own mind burning..