I worked security at a mall to pay the rent in my small yet pricy Brighton apartment. I’m just a regular guy who ran into a bit of bad luck recentl.... You see, I died. Wasn’t my time but whatever. The people who killed me didn’t seem to think so. I was going out with this chick named Kimberly Stallone whom I met back at the college. She was tall, stacked, and a bit thick, but she had a pretty face, with the big round booty from hell. We had a good time. This chocolate-skinned sister was going. They were very cute about it too. They attended all the appropriate dinners, and shook all the right hands. I’ll be damned if I can remember any of the corporate faces.’ ‘Mister President can you find out who, and what agency helped them fire the rockets at my trucks?’ ‘The other Party controls everything right now: the Congress and the presidency. So that’s going to be very hard to do. I still have friends in high places, especially in the FBI, which is still working the case. I will put my. "So that's two things you've learned tonight, little slave - how to swim and how to use your cunt properly."Alexa continued to apply the deep clenching of her inner muscles every time she lifted her body up before relaxing and sliding down to impale herself on her master's throbbing cock. He seemed to like it; in fact he liked it very much and eventually held her down as he shot his cum into the top of her vagina. "Yessssss ... you're a damn good fuck, little slave - well done." His praise was. The next day was Saturday, so I slept in a bit. When I finally rolled out of bed, I threw my kimono robe on over my naked body, tied the sash, and headed to Dale’s room to see if he survived the night.When I got to his room, I could see that he was still sleeping. He was sprawled on his back on top of the blankets, with his arms flung overhead, and his legs splayed across the foot of his bed. My eyes naturally gravitated to his crotch to see if his cock was still sticking out of his boxer.