“Ready,” Dr Gosman asked once John was situated. “Yes.” “Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortlyyou’...l begin to feel sleepy and you’ll close your eyes,but you’ll be able to hear every word I say.” In less then 5 minutes John was completely under. “John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” “Yes,” came the dreamy reply. “OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about yourfeelings towards black. “I said get on your knees.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.I eagerly got to my knees and crawled over to him and snatched off his belt and undid his pants – unleashing his angry and demanding looking hard cock. It looked about the size of my foot, and I wear a 10 ½. “Oh my god..” I moaned and took a hold of his thick sexy cock. “Is this why they call you Tank?” I asked while stroking his fat tip.“No.” He replied, “Now suck.” This was what I had been waiting for all night, I. Kirk asked Marcy once about the rarity of their lovemaking, still concerned for her happiness, but Marcy reassured him, telling him that the infrequency of their lovemaking only made her desire him more, but, all the while, hiding the fact that it was Jamal who she needed and wanted in her bed.The following week Marcy had again waited until Coleen's arrival before driving off, parking the car a block or two over and then walking to Jamal's house."Come in bitch. I got a surprise for you."Marcy. The memorial service wasn't religious, so there were no hymns or prayers. Granny Iris had requested some mid-century jazz that sounded very peculiar to Odile's ears. The music she listened to was entirely electronic. Real instruments were too expensive and there was nowhere for musicians to learn how to play them. It was fortunate that the crematorium had its own electricity supply so when the lights flickered during the service, the generator was switched on and the memorial music could still.