?Don’t worry, I won’t leave you for long slut, I’ll be right back!? I hated to leave her, but I knew she’d be safely hidden for me till I got...back.I was desperate to run back to my car, but instead I took it slow, moving through the woods, staying in the shadows trying to leave as little a trail as possible. By the time I got to my car the nervousness had set in. My heart was beating like mad and I kept thinking I saw people watching me, though not a car passed nor did I see anybody peering. We opened up more than ever before about the subject. I told her about some of the black cocks I saw in locker rooms and how they turned me on but I kept it secret.She also admitted to me that she always wanted a black man but she knew her family would not approve. It felt so good to be so open with each other, and to know that we share such a mutual admiration with BBC. For the next couple of months our sex life was great. I even bought a few more hollow black dildos for us. Some of these. I will be right back."I take the 2nd and then the 3rd shot. By this time the effect of the wine I was drinking on the way here was starting to kick in. I slowly walk to the Christmas tree. Walking with 6" stiletto heels on carpet, while a little tipsy is not easy.Daddy Sam comes back with a roll of duct tape, a ball gag and a blind fold.Daddy Sam: "Put your hands behind your back, baby."Lola: "Yes, daddy."Daddy Sam tapes my wrists together and then runs more duct tape around my arms. He then. “I get tired of my own cooking, okay?” he told me.“Well, just so you know,” I countered, “I think you cook good, and I’m NOT tired of it, so if you think you need to go out just to feed me, you’re wrong again.”“Again?” he looked at me, raising an eyebrow.“Yes, friend, again. I’ve come to understand that in the realm of hardware, you’re a very reliable source of correct information, but when it comes to what it takes to cause us a harmonious existence, you’re often wrong. You err on the side of.