I set my beer down and walked over to the girl and said, "I've been fighting it all night, but I've decided that the British SAS have it right. "Who D...res Wins" is their motto and I've decided to adopt it where you are concerned."I offered my hand as I introduced myself. She took my hand and said, "I was just getting ready to do the same thing only in my mind it was "Carpe Diem" – seize the day." Who do I have to fight to get you to leave with me?" No one. He is already down for the count."I. Hannah had been being used as a fuck toy for almost an hour, and it was time to give it guests a show off her abilities.I'd spent the week before building a couple restraint devices for tonight, and there was one that Hannah had become particularly fond of: The Post. In effect, it was a 6x6 post set in a table about waist height. There were wrist shackles at the corner of the table and a matching set of ankle shackles run through an iron ring at the top of the post. I'd wisely built it with. I thought the situation over in my mind again and again and decided I would take a huge risk and try and get to see Abbu's cock again.Saturday morning came and as usual Kabeer left for work at about 6.30am. I awoke about thirty minutes later and my first thought that day was about the events that might lay ahead. I looked at the clock and worked out that it would be about thirty minutes before Abbu brought me my early morning tea. I slipped into the bathroom to freshen myself up a little and. If there is one thing I hate, it’s the sight of a fine black man walking around with a white woman. Especially one of those blonde bimbos who seem to have so many black males hypnotized. I don’t know what black men see in them. White women have never been fond of black men. The number of black men who have been lynched throughout American history because of accusations made by white women is staggering. Yet today’s young black men seem oblivious to that. These days, Tyrone and Jamal are.