” “Question number 3.” I paused for a moment. “Fuck the Question numbers.” She giggled. “Ok” “How many differen... black men are you seeing right now.” “Three regularly, a fourth, sometimes.” “Why sometimes?” She frowned. “Because he can be a real asshole sometimes.” “But you like his cock?” “Oh yes,” she relied, flashing a smile. “Soo.. You go out with each of these guys regularly?” “Yes. About once a week.” “And you fuck each. “Odd combination, I know. If I’d known this was going to be such a thing, you know, fancy shoes and pictures, I’d have brought something nicer to wear ... Maybe”. Turning in place, she waited for him to suggest the next pose, all while admiring the way it lifted her heels so high, really making her legs feel longer.Brian swallowed hard, then gave a nervous chuckle. “Well, it’s kind of weird but my friend did provide an outfit that she thought would match the vibe of the shoes pretty well. But. You know ... with him?" Claire blushed and slowly nodded. "Oh, you lucky girl. God, those were the days. We all never talked about it afterwards, and I try to forget, but you just can't, not completely." Do you mind?" Claire asked, presenting a digital audio recorder."No, go ahead, I guess you have to." Julie waited for Claire to press record down and then asked, "So how did you track me down? There were so many of us, I don't think he ever bothered learning any of our names." He didn't, but. Ulf suctioned my left nipple into his wet greasy mouth, before he commenced nibbling on my pink teat. As he bit I wanted to push his head away, but knew that I dare not do so. I was completely at his mercy and would have to endure any torture he meted out. I was about to gasp when he released my tender nipple, before moving to the other one. As I howled his growling became ever louder. Pushing my arms out on either side of me, his paws clamped onto my upper arms. As Ulf began swaying his body.