This was shaping up to be a good day. Tia lowered her head down. She stopped just an inch from my cock. She looked at my cock for a few seconds, then ... tounge darted out and touched my cock. It felt warm, wet and wonderful on my cock. "Mmm... Salty," said Tia, an avid lover of salt putting it on almost anything we ate. She lowered her head again until her lips meet my cock. She planted a kiss on my cock and all round it before finally returning to the top of it. I watched intently as her mouth. And then she removed all my clothes and we both went to take bath in the bathtub. We relaxed in the bath tub for about half an hour. And I was pressing her melons, and enjoying the romantic feel which she was giving me. Later we came out of the bath and we were on the bed and started cuddling. We had even got oil massage, I made her lay on the bed and started pouring oil on her start massaging. While giving a massage I pressed her big melons and she was feeling pleasure. Aahhhhh aahhhhhhhh. I did, however.Back to the dream---In it, I'd received a letter in the mail informing me that as a Southern white male, and who's ancestors had been confirmed slave owners, that I was to report within the next week to one of the many 'Reparation Centers' that had suddenly popped up all across the South. Mine was close by: Atlanta. The letter went on to inform me that I had been assigned the task of sucking one thousand black cocks (and swallowing each of their loads of cum), as MY contribution. .. her body thrashed as she began to cum."OH GOD!" She screamed, her intense humiliation adding to her orgasm, "YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!"She could swear that the Wolf was chuckling low in its throat at her predicament, her utter debasement as she orgasmed for him. He kept licking at her juices until she was utterly spent before him... and yet she still felt like she needed something even more. Kristen moaned as she realized that her time with the Wolf wasn't over...The Wolf.