"You asked for this," I said aloud to my reflection. "Now, go and please your man." Slowly and ever so deliberately, I made my way down the wooden s...aircase, holding on to the banister for dear life, my heels tapping loudly with each step, the high pitched hollow sound announcing my pending arrival for my husband. A quick sigh of relief when I finally was safely downstairs. Turning down the hall, I took the five short steps before stepping into the living room to meet Tommy. My jaw. Entry wasn’t easy, for I was forced to carefully fold my wings behind me and, even then, it was awkward as well as exceedingly uncomfortable. Thankfully the vines were sturdy and free of thorns. It was a slow climb, but not a difficult one. Nor was it a long one. I had feared that, perhaps it was an endless passage deep into the bowls of the earth, one that I would have to abandon long before I reached anywhere of interest. My fears, however, proved unfounded as the opening widened suddenly. She pushed my tiny thong aside, giving herself better access to my wet cunt and she kept biting my neck and my shoulder. I struggled to get away, scared of how badly I wanted her to continue ravaging my body. I needed it that evening; I could not even wait to get home to my beloved hubby…"Please...stop...this is wrong..." I whispered against the cold wall as the black girl continued to tease me. She could feel me getting wet for sure and she had guessed my darkest secret: I was not going to. I remembered a boy at school who was able to make both feet face behind him. This joker could obviously do that too, because he’d gone again. Embarrassed, I pointed up, but Paco was already walking away mumbling something about ‘ooligan Inglese’ I am unable to face going past Paco on his next shift so I stay in. Fortunately I have a newspaper and crossword to occupy me as well as reading and writing. It’s cooler tonight. Maybe I’ll sleep. I did. Until the familiar ‘clack-clack’ and the off-key.