You need something dirtier." Like what?" You answer the door dressed like a whore, hoping there will be a guy there. Some stranger." And why do I want...to do that?" You want to get his cock hard. You want to be fucked by some anonymous cock. Some stranger's cock, because strangers make it dirtier." Is that right?" Yes. You want make him hard and suck his cock and open your legs wide so he can fuck you hard like a dirty little slut."Her eyes widened at the word slut. She was getting very turned. As she was telling me I was draining her pussy of fresh taste sex cream. She said that she had a new stud that wasn't quite as big but was trying to fulfill her hungry pussy all the time, she said that's what your eating now. She said that monster cock had been to busy training young white boys the merits of keeping him sucked dry. She said lately he had brought them two at a time to the back room making them do what ever he desired as long as they sucked out every drop. I was really enjoying. That I should stop crying because here you were, needing me, wanting me, loving me. So I turned away from the wheels slowly turning and walked back into the room where you were born.The nurses took some pictures of us together. You looked just like your mother, spitting image, I stood there thinking that I would have the rest of my life to raise you, andthat I would be looking at your mother the whole time. I was worried that I would never be able to get over it, that I would resent you because. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I let out several short moans; Eric furrowed his brow and closed his eyes. “I think she likes it, Eric,” Harrow muttered laughing, patting my husband on the head. Norris’ fingers began to probe just inside my body. He held me upright with his strong left arm; pulling his right from my panties he pushed his fingers between my lips. I sucked on them willingly, tasting my own warm juices. By now, Harrow had lost interest in making Eric watch. He’d struggled.