I told her that I wasn’t mad, and that it had really turned me on listening to her describe how she got pounded by a big black man. Shocked, she no ...onger wanted to talk about it anymore.A few weeks later, I went to visit her in Seoul. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her getting fucked by a big black man man. She took me out to a bar where we had a few drinks. All of a sudden I see Jane’s face turn white. She points to this group of 3 big black men that had just walked into the bar.. His face dipped and he gazed at the floor. ‘S-sorry, Jennifer.’ Only then did Emma take any real notice of him. ‘That’s better. Now, come here to me and get your cock out.’ Instantly Greg scuttled across the room , his knees shaking as he obediently lowered the zipper on his dungarees and fished out the fat, limp worm of flesh from its hiding place. At once it began to distend and rear up, but a sharp slap from Emma’s hand deflated it again. ‘It’s a nice dicky, but we’ve no use for it tonight.. He'd whipped mebefore furiously with it, drawing blood, and the scars from it stillremain with me. At least when he had whipped my wife into submission, hehad used the other side. She got welts, but no tears on her beautifulskin.Now, growling, the beltwhip flew and landed on me. "You ungrateful slutwhore!"Slash!I curled. "I ory (I'm sorry), I iin e o aw (I didn't mean to fall)" I finally dress you to stand like a queen, and you don't have thepatience," Slash! "to stand!" He roared and his. “But it does all seem too suspicious now that I know the whole story.”“So what does that mean for me?” she inquires, looking up at him by lifting her eyes and not her head.“I’m going to do what I can to protect you,” he says. “I’ll delay and I’ll get you somewhere safe until we figure this out and get the proof we need to clear you.”“Why you doing this?” she asks.“Because ... I don’t know,” he answers with a shrug. “Maybe I believe you. Maybe I think there is something special about you.”Yulia.