She looks impossibly petite for a grown woman, and even more so next to you. Your muscular 6'5", 250 pound body made her look like little more than a ...ex toy in comparison.Most men might see the 160 pound weight difference as a reason to be more careful, more sensitive during sex, but not you. No, much to her chagrin, you often treat her as nothing more than a fucktoy on which to exercise your rough sexual desires. Fortunately, due to years of careful conditioning, she's realized that her worth. ” She grabbed the box from the desk and stumbled a bit under the weight, which was considerably more than she’d expected. She struggled to regain her composure and re-entered her office without looking back. She cleared some papers from her coffee table and set the box on it. She sat on the settee and just stared at it for a few moments wondering whom it was from and what it held. She slipped a letter opener under the tape and slid it across the top allowing the box to spring open. She picked. “By the stars! NO!” she shrieks.She has just noticed the ‘weapon’ ol’Khlaar has just deployed. Once again I am reminded that Khlaar is a negro from the jungle planet Congak. I often forget as he is usually clad in the white stormtrooper armor we all wear. I don’t know what they feed their kids on whilst they’re growing up on Congak but holy moley it does something freakish to their dicks. I’ve noticed in the showers that Khlaar is somewhat, ahem, above average in the male apparatus department. The tension was gone yet I sighed as my eyes remained focused upon the same black mark on the way. The price was my valued friendship with Kara. Before a raging fire in den I curled up on the sofa. Tears welled up. Much of what was said needed to be said, but said differently at a different time. Rarely my anger controls me. Regretfully at that moment I lost control. Why I went off still haunts my spirit. The pained look upon Kara’s face rightly continued to cut me to the core. I felt more.