”“And where would you stand?” she questions, raising an eyebrow.“If and when you drop the bomb on Typheryian?” he counters with a question. ...��What? You don’t trust me?”“Quite frankly, I don’t trust anyone, human or Goji,” she answers with a grin. “But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. After all, letting a Sura into the Black Dragon should be enough to prove that to you.”“So me being your lover has nothing to do with it?” he asks, looking down at her with a smile.“That may have helped move. We moved in together a year later. We agreed that we would not marry because there really wasn’t a need for that and it wasn’t something either of us wanted. Our relationship was just as committed as a marriage.A few years later I was looking for a politics web site but mis-typed it and a sexual web site came up which had women putting men in various types of bondage and torturing them. The bondage was exciting to me although I knew that I could not take any torture as even a visit to the. .. I wasn't into the whole mixed race thing.Yet, at the moment I was the one on my knees, subservient to a much younger black man."Oh yeah, I always love it when suit and tie rich white boys can't wait to drop to their knees and gobble up black cock," he continued, continuing to enjoy the racial aspect of this act.And although this description definitely wasn't me before this moment, I couldn't help but feel that right now I was exactly where I was supposed to be. It was like a side of me I'd. It seemed that with every passing second I was becoming less and less of an individual, or even a person. I was no longer Nadine. I was simply…Yours.The elevator finally arrived – empty, of course – and You led me in, carefully bringing me around to face the front. I had a moment of panic when the elevator lurched into motion, nearly dislodging some of the items from my back. I had to quickly spread my arms and legs wide to steady myself, and fortunately nothing fell. I remained braced like.