That I appeared to needy, but I couldn't hold it anymore. So I continued, "You own me White Master." "I will be your nigger slave and drop everything ...nytime you call me." "Use me Sir" "I'm yours." A smile cross his lips. He had made up his mind that I could be a useful toy for him for awhile and so it was that we began a White Master and nigger slave journey that lasted several years. Going back to that night, and that smile that melted me, i was told to take his briefs off. When I did that. Jacob looking down between my legs saw his seed dripping out of me and falling to the floor. "Holy shit, I wasn't playing when I said I was going to fill you up!" Jacob joked. We both laughed as I was collecting and wiping his cum off of me."You had a lot backed up in there. I didn't think you were going to stop with as much cum flooded into me,” I teased. Pulling up his pants he smiled broadly and explained, "This how we use to be before the kids." Lifting my hand to caress his face I knew. But the group that really caught my attention is the married men in their forties who are visiting porn sites after taking care of a little personal business and email. I assumed that some men would be going to those sites, but it was still somehow titillating to me thinking about what they were doing. I told Ed what the men are doing online, and he is the most intrigued by the guys going to cuckold sites.I took a closer look and saw that some men are going to the usual tit and ass sites. Had she really been in Hope Crossing? Her visit seemed almost like adream, especially at this hour, when the world itself seemed made of themost insubstantial gossamer spun on the loom of a dreaming mind, a worldwhose rules might be suspended at a moment's notice, where practicallyanything might happen, beautiful or horrific.Since her daughter's departure, they'd talked a couple of times on thephone, written back and forth several more. She was good, Phoebereported. Claire was keeping her.