I was about to refuse the rendezvous but something mademe accept. We met. She was a very beautiful black girl, very assertive, very sexy. Shewas not l...oking like all the street girls. She was very intelligent and educated.She knew what she wanted and was certainly not looking for the small moneyI could give her in counterparty of a night. She told me that she knew that I was the person she was going to marry, shesaw me in dream, and she was just asking me to let us try. I was not. "Mmmmm," Tammy hummed, studying Priscilla's brown patch of cunt hair with open admiration. "You got a lot more pussy hair than I do. My blonde pussy hair makes me look like I'm practically bald."Bubbling froth oozed from Priscilla's virgin cunt. Glazed innocent eyes leered openly at the near-naked girl on the bed. "Take off your panties, too." She was dying to see Tammy's blonde pussy.A hot little laugh escaped Tammy's mouth. She skimmed her panties off, tossed them at Priscilla. She threw her. I felt equally comfortable with him in both modes.We went to college together; I majored in English and he majoredin computer science.One evening shortly after we graduated, his mother drew me aside.She started talking about petticoating, and about what a lovelychild it had made Gene, and about wives who petticoated theirhusbands. Suddenly it dawned on me: she was proposing to me!She wanted me to marry Gene, but she had taken the matter out ofhis hands and was proposing to me on his behalf! Her. . nails clawing... curvaceous bottom thrusting... What a joy to whiplash the cane across that bottom just as hard as he could! What a joy to hear Julia squeal, to watch her squirm, yet keep her hindquarters high.Again!And again!“I will not have insolence...”Again!“Aaahhh... I beg pardon... Master...”And again!“Aaaiiieeeee!”The tops of the long white thighs were unmarked and Quentin laid the sixth and final stroke there, drawing a yelping cry of torment from his victim.Quentin strolled back and.