Anderson's house. Pulling up into her driveway I could see the large blue farm house with its bright red front door. “Alright Justin, lets hang out ...his weekend” I shout to him as I hop out of his vehicle. I head up the gravel walkway and climb the steps leading up to the front door. I knock loudly and the door opens wide and there stood a short, healthy woman of only five feet tall with a round face that even at 77 had very few wrinkles on it, her totally white hair tied behind her with a. The other end of each line he tied well overhead to an oaken beam, snuggling the lines so that her nipples were stretched taut. Hook rolled the wooden cask forward so that it rolled slightly up the iron ramp, raising her upper body and taking the pressure from her stretched nipples. Hook then greased and arranged Tink’s body so that the two wooden pegs were aimed directly at her holes. “Wait here Bug!” he ordered and he left the cabin. Tink heard orders shouted and rigging winched and pulled. They did, in fact, glow in the dark. I was so excited I had to stop, and work on my breathing. I located the one with a single white dot and put the others back in the bottle. I had the next 2 days off so close to 50 hours free time, plenty of time for a trip. I swallowed the pill with half a bottle of water, and sat back to meditate.In my experience it would take 20 minutes or more to start feeling it so I tried to keep my mind open and neutral. I had just gotten comfortable and felt Zen, when. Big Tyrone had ragged my thong with his teeth and I was feeling my own juices running down my thighs…The only thought of that black cockhead rubbing my pussy lips just almost made me cum there. My legs were weak.That black man was so commanding in an almost unspoken way. The look in his eyes was something really wild…I felt that I was his prey; he would finally take me as his white slut…I enjoyed a warm shower before going to bed with my beloved man.As I was toweling my body, a text alert.