.. would never be able to fully understand what had happened to him. He didn’t expect them to. All he wanted was to just be himself ... however that...turned out to be. He knew he had some neuroses. He knew he didn’t have to patrol the forest. There were no enemies waiting for him out there, no IEDs, no booby traps. But it made him feel better to know what was ... and was not ... out there.These two women didn’t treat him like the others. They didn’t moan over him, and offer to do things for him,. He reserved that honor for Black ladies. He insisted uponbutt-fucking and throat-fucking white bitches, because such acts wereexpressions of contempt, as he saw it, not love. When he fucked a whitetranssexual, he was expressing his hatred for both white men and whitewomen, all at the same time, because a shemale was both a man and awoman, he thought, without being either, completely.Now, he grinned, as guiding his monstrous hunk of man-meat between thesilken globes of Tiffany's sweet cheeks,. ”As I read the message I realized that this man still hadn’t told me the exact sexual aspect yet. And it sounded like I would be paid?“I think I need more info before agreeing to a f2f. What is the sex part of this? And what exactly are you offering to pay me for? I’m not a call girl fyi.”Now the response came in seconds.“You would be invited to a party at the pleasure penthouse, one that would last 24 hours and have multiple people engaging in various sexual activities. You would be paid $1000. Now I suppose I begin the real thing. The main event. I lay the book aside and stand to undress. I throw my clothes over the end of the sofa and spread a huge bath towel on the cushions. The room is warm and private. The heavy, lined curtains are drawn closely. The lighting is set just so. I lay down and reach for the bottle of slightly scented massage oil, which I buy from the Body Shop. They do have some really nicely scented oils for all sorts of purposes but I find that the Camomile is the.