All I need to do is to turn my article into a script for my radio segment and record it.”“So -- can we get together this weekend?” he asked.“I...think so. I’ll give you a call.”“Okay ... Well -- good night, Carmen.”“Good night,” she said. She opened her door, then she turned and gave him a little wave.Chris watched her door close and heard the bolt being thrown. He sat behind his wheel, started his engine and headed back to his apartment.Chris’s phone rang and he picked it up. “Hello?”Christian. I love it when you're like this, totally lost in your submission. It gives me the feeling I could do anything to you; that I could bring another guy in to the room and you would willingly suck his cock or take it up your ass. Not that I ever would...or would I?"Beers all gone," I said after tilting the bottle up and draining the last of it. "Time to fuck."You shivered and moaned into the ballgag, starting a bit when I first touched you. The clothespins needed to come off and you moaned as. As she she went about sucking the cock, she felt different from any other time she sucked a cock. Yes it was bigger and nicer, but it felt as if there was a cerebral connection between her mind and the mind of whoever's white cock this was. Ashana felt as if she could hear someone else's thoughts, and feel someone else's emotions slightly. Maybe it was their fluids mixing together in a magical concoction. It was very strange, but it felt like a magical ecstasy for Ashana. This sensory overload. She was a beautiful mixture of black and Indian that gave her the best featuresof all races. Rachel's eyes were beautiful a beautiful almond shape with sootylashes that always looked made up. Her high cheek bones gave her the smile of amodel and she was constantly smiling about one thing or another. She'd beengifted with a curvy body, full heavy breasts that always seemed to strainagainst whatever she wore and wide hips that swished with her every step. "With the holidays coming up I get you.