Tuesday through Thursday she had evening classes. She was off on Sundays and Mondays from the store. She was a full-time employee working straight day...shifts unless some drastic problem happened with scheduling, but they never, ever, asked her to work on her school nights. Management, she said, was pro education, even providing a bit of scholarship money, helping her father with her tuition and such.Interesting life. It was Friday night. She was working the next day.“Debbie, would you take me. Some know the key to a happy life is accepting their inferiority, embracing chastity, and accepting that their wife or girlfriend is never going to be faithful and will eventually start fucking black men.They know they can NEVER please her or sexually satisfy white women, but with a lot of work, if they become beautiful sissy gurls, they can often please BLACK men whenever they are not fucking their cuckoldress.It’s the only way white boys can have a happy and “active” sex life! Shooting your. Then you hear me walk out the door, it closing behind me. You are gutted, writhing against your ropes on the bed, naked and dripping. You moan and whimper and call out. You start to lose all concept of time. have you been waiting 15 mins or an hour? You lie there in the dark with your pussy on fire, praying for my return. Then someone walks into the room. You call out my name but the person doesn’t answer. You can hear them walking around the bed. Are their foot steps heavier than mine? Is this. If you’d rather I made you cum in front of all your friends during your next lecture, then I’m sure my colleagues would be happy to let me sit in. It’s your choice.’ Slowly, I felt the lessening of pressure as she rested back down on the desk, body trembling slightly. ‘What do you want, slut?’ I asked, erection pressing firmly through my boxers (trousers long since undone) into the peach of her arse. ‘For you to spank me, Sir. Please spank me, Sir,’ she cried, repeating the words of countless.