Rock. “Jen,” he said, as calmly as he was able, pulling her tightly to him. “I am here for you. Did you think I wouldn’t be? That I would hate...you, change my mind about marrying you?” “N-n-no.” she said, tears still flowing, soaking the front of his shirt. “So you’re pregnant, and I’m still here. You are the mother of… my child. Is that something you want, or do we… need to discuss other options?” It surprised him how much that possibility suddenly hurt, though he’d only squared off on the. Jerome came to pick me up he just couldn't stop looking at me he said wow the and women will want you tonight. As I got in car my dress came up he got a good look and I wanted him to and he knew I did he smile and said cann't tell if you are a natural blonde now looks so good. I knew what he ment this time. We arrive at the place I was kinda surprised but there were mostly black people there the food was good the music loud Jerome dance with and a couple other men ask me to dance as they did. THEN Mr.AL SAID, "DO YOU SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKE", ALL I COULD SAY WAS "IT'S SO BIG". AL ZIPPED UP ANDAS HE WAS LEAVING HE TOLD ME TO COME TO HIS OFFICE, DOWN THE HALL, AND HE WOULD GIVE MEA COUPLE OF FREE PASSES. AS SOON AS HE LEFT I ZIPPED UP AND STEPPED OUT IN THE HALL. JUSTDOWN THE HALL WAS THE DOOR TO AL'S OFFICE AND IT WAS PARTIALLY OPEN. I TAPPED ON THE DOORAND AL SAID "COME IN". WHEN I STEPPED INSIDE AL TOLD ME TO CLOSE THE DOOR. HE SAID WHEN ITCLOSED IT WAS SELF LOCKING. THEN HE TOLD ME. I released the clamps holding my hair up and felt the dampness as it cascaded down my back. I tried to keep my hair long, because I love the feel of my partner grabbing my hair and using it to control me. Whether it is by a man as he pulls back on my hair as he enters me, or by a woman as she pulls my hair bringing my willing tongue to her waiting pussy, it is a real turn on when I feel the pain on my head knowing someone else is using me as a serving partner. My hair washed, I clamped it up on.