I wanted his cock to get hard again.In just a matter of minutes I had him hard as steel again. I needed to ride it.Mark grabbed my face with his hands...and made me look into his eyes.He told me that the only way that he would allow me to ride his cock was if I agreed to be his black cock slut from now on. He claimed that Victor would appreciate that and he would be proud of me…All I wanted was to have his hard thick black dick inside of me; so, I begged him again sobbing, telling him he would be. Miss Jones sighed again "What do you think that is?" "Take it off now"She came round from behind the desk holding a long wooden ruler and sat at the front of the desk crossing her legs. "You see what you have done and what I must do now because of your actions" Picking up the bra with the ruler she looked at me."Are you wearing any other female clothing, boy?" "No, Miss"She sighed "My proper title is year master but because I am a woman the term is Mistress. Call me by my proper title boy". A pair of stumbling drunks from the club dived out of the way. The tires squealed as he took the turn hard onto surface streets. He knew Chicago's layout. He could see the city in his mind. His wife was out at the Gold Coast, the wealthy neighborhood of the city. She was in one of the mansions.The engine roared as he raced through the seats.“Yeah,” Mary whooped. She rolled her window down and stuck her head out. Her black hair streamed behind her as she screamed into the dark city. Rosa sat. Could you tell your parents that you had to go somewhere to study with somebody?" When?" Tonight. I could meet you near the apartment at six. My mom would have left already. We could stay there for a couple hours at least, without anybody bothering us." Suppose someone sees us going in or coming out?" Hey, she's my Aunt. I'd tell them she was on vacation and I'm watering her plants for her. Nobody will say anything though. Kate and I go up there a lot when we're waiting for my mom to finish up.