Hesitating for a few moments, Gordon felt embarrassed to even be thinkingof doing that. Of becoming a passenger in Ms. Parker's body again. Stillhe co...ldn't deny that he was curious to try it out. Letting out a breath,Gordon pushed himself into Ms. Parker again.After the tingling had all faded, Gordon once again found himself apassenger in Ms. Parker's body, forced to move around with her. He didn'tseem to be able to do anything, and even his senses seemed a lot dullerthan normal. For a few. I got a surprise when we arrived as there were about 15 guys hanging around. The bush telegraph had obviously worked. I asked Sharon if she really wanted to do it and she confirmed that she was as excited as she had ever been. We talked about the numbers and she said she would be comfortable fucking two or three. It was now about 20:10 so we were in a bit of a hurry.I got out of the car and spoke to the guys who had started to drift in our direction. I explained that she was new and that she. Boy, howdy, were there a lot of new cows! Esteban was milking nearly forty head prior to buying the new herd. With a smile, he told me, "We're milking almost ninety head now. All of them are giving great weight at each milking. What has me excited is how many cows are close to coming fresh. Hopefully, we'll get mostly heifers." Tell me, Esteban, how many will you be milking when you're at what you would consider the max?"The man excitedly told me, I think we might get up to about a hundred. I’m a submissive White slut and I need a strong Black man to put me in my place. I’ve looked long and hard for the Black male dominant of my dreams. And I found him in the persona of Samuel Xavier, an adjunct professor of African-American History at one of Boston’s top private colleges and a forthrightly bisexual Black male writer and erotic adventurer who promised to rock my world. Samuel doesn’t think much of White women, or indeed of the whole White race. He has admitted to me that he thinks.