It felt a little awkward sitting next to her with my dick on display. Of course, I knew hiding didn't make sense anymore. However, even though I'm sur... she enjoyed it, she hasn't actually said how she feels about it. After all, I had essentially just forced myself on her after spying like a creep. At this point in my life, especially having grown up in a house of women, I've come to accept that they are very confusing and emotional creatures. No offense intended, lady readers, but you frighten. But what if it was a black baby or a Mexican?I relaxed and began to get into having a black man fuck me. I glanced over at Matt and he looked concerned and surprised.I guess he had a reason to be concerned. We had never discussed me fucking outside of out race... but what the hell.This guy was really enjoying it. He would occasionally slap my ass as he fucked me. I could feel his head hit my cervix inside of me. He was close to cumming after a few minutes of intense fucking.After he was done,. "How is she, is she alright" were thequestions I heard. The same questions you would hear from any caringparent. I didn't know what to say, so for a moment I said nothing. Andthat moment spoke volumes. Then dad spoke, "We'll be on the first planewe can catch". And the call ended. Did we say anything else? It's alla blur except for what I told you. I really can't remember.Two people walked into the waiting room. One was a doctor, and one wasa suit. The doctor started talking. The. ”“Yeah, I’ve got that. Who did the survey?”“Let’s see ... Tooney did it. He’s new this run, but seems competent.”“When was the last survey done?”“About six months ago. Why the interrogation? Did you find something?”“I see. Well, thanks for your help, Jake. Why don’t you meet me in the canteen later? We should have a private talk.”“Ok, sure Jimi, whatever you say, um would you, perhaps, be bringing the, um, refreshments.”Chuckling, Anderson replied, “sure thing Jake. I think I can find some.