Never mind that I was homeless on the streets of Boston when I met her. Does it sound like I’m leading La Dolce Vita? I asked her that but Chandra ...asn’t done gloating. She told me she was thrilled that I now had a criminal record and nobody would hire me. I told her nobody was hiring anybody since we were in a damn recession. Looking at her, I wondered where her hatred of white women came from. She told me that all her life she watched white women get everything handed to them while black men. I switch nipples and give the other one the same treatment, and at the end both are throbbing and highly sensitive. I step back and survey my handiwork: "Perfect…” I remark with a look in my eyes that triggers both apprehension and arousal. Then I pull a pair of clover clamps from my pocket and attach them to your nipples. These are diabolical clamps that produce a lot of pressure and get worse when the connecting chain is pulled. They are naturally among my favorites, and I relish the muffled. I felt Sarah's hand touching Cherie's clit and her finger slid into her wet pussy between my tongue, this drove Cherie wild and I heard her crying out in her passion. "Oh fuck yes, finger my pussy Sarah. Eat it Dave, lick my slit Dave, Oh fuck yes!!!!"Sarah was doing something right for Cherie because it wasn't long before Cherie grabbed my head and pulled me to her crotch, shoving my face as deep as her thighs would let it go as she came in my mouth. I never knew a woman could have so much. I'd also thought about trying to talk to him again, but figured he was sleeping when I found his bedroom door closed. But apparently, he'd taken the world's shortest nap, or he'd rethought his plans to go to bed so early. I confirmed that when I found him in the living room on the floor, going through a stack of DVDs."We have, like, no scary movies," he informed me when he saw me there. "All I want is, like, a guy with a chainsaw or something, ripping people up." What are you doing?" I asked,.