I make my way back, and I see exactly what you mean. You are lying on your back with your head over the edge of the bed, facing me. You say to me in...an upside down type of voice: "We did this once not too long ago. I am sure you remember, because I seem to recall that you quite liked it. I thought you would like it again." Because you know me well enough, you don't wait for a response, you simply start playing with your tits with both hands as you rest your head backwards and open your. I realized at this moment: white women were made to be black men's whores.When I was done, I got dressed and walked out leaving a dramatically different woman lying on the barroom floor than I entered the bar with earlier that evening. I left Leasa Jons lying on the barroom floor, in a puddle of my piss. Just like the slut she was. I only wish her white daddy could see her now. See what I'd reduced her to.As I walked out to my car, I could see Leasa's little, red Mustang all jacked up, wheels. “I’m intrigued. We’ll come over and discuss it further.”About then, both Vickie and the biker climaxed. When he stood up, he was surprised when Vickie sucked him clean. “Dude, if you ride, I can get you accepted into the club without having to go through the initiation. You can be our pussy purveyor,” he said as he shook Matt’s hand and slapped him on the shoulder.“I’m afraid I’m more of a collector than a joiner,” Matt replied. “However, if you’ve got a cell phone, I might call and ask you to. I think that you should be able to see the baby bump in this one quite clearly. Be sure to share it with mom and dad. I guess that it took getting picked up and maybe even having to endure being used sexually by a fool who should be glad that he arrived at his station before I retested. I'm sure I would have been apt to seek revenge. I did send a note to the Civil Service Officer of his duty station noting that he seemed to have problems with male concubines. I doubt that will cause him any.