There was silence at the other end of the phone, I was starting to wonder what had happened, and then I heard Elizabeth's voice again."Paul... what ha...pened?" She asked me"I tried an experiment." I told her, "I ordered you not to obey me. How do you feel?" I asked her.Again there was a pause as she mentally examined herself, "My God!" she exclaimed, "I really did put you above the town, what was I thinking of? You know the sooner you're away from here the better!" she said, but there was a. . That White Devil you prey to every week doesn't Have a Ghetto Pass baby... God don't give a fuck about the ghetto nor does he give a fuck about us black folks... He's like Santa Clause baby... The both of them are myths... And they know damn well not to come around here... Now stop the bullshit... Spread your fucking legs so I can feel that fat pussy... And Don't make me ask you twice bitch."I was having way too much fun with this old white lady. She was reluctant at first. She spreader her. ”“Mmm. That’s exactly what I’d planned to do, you my blonde beauty Beryl baby!” I say as I drop my shorts and boxers and get into position behind her. Her pussy folds are already swollen and wet, and her completely shaved pussy looks so inviting that I want to lick it first. So I drop to my knees and push my tongue into Beryl’s thick wet folds and start to probe around her mound and lovely love lips.“Oh god, Peter. That’s not part of our arrangement.”“Then you want me to stop?” I whisper as I. Fair complexion, silky hair with 36-26-34 shaped body she is kind of a dream for every guy. It all happened a few weeks back, where I used to stay in a hostel.My Hostel is a three-storeyed building and my room happens to be in First floor. One Sunday when I was sitting on the balcony, I heard a beautiful voice from my next building. So I gave a glance towards that side. It was her, The Angel – Anjana, who came to her balcony, put the towel on the hanger to let it dry. She was there only for a.