“I can hear water running Ron! It’s coming from up there,” The man holding the knife informed him, pointing the knife in the direction of the ba...hroom.Ron was tall and thick set, a blacker man Paul had never seen; the one with the knife looked as if he wouldn’t say boo to a goose, should he not have the protection of his friends. The other two slumped into the armchairs.“You must have a bit of toot to meet the expense of a set-up like this old chap?” Implied one of the men pulling a pack of. She got a prescription for the pill and Ryan bought some condoms. They studied together two or three times a week, as they had before. The engineering track they were in made that work well, but now there was an added dimension to things.The first time they had sex after Christmas was a little awkward at first. They weren’t used to being intimate with each other, and their first kisses were tentative. But Mother Nature has a way of getting past all that and soon they were snogging like old. She completely understood how well playing into stereotypes worked, because the thought of their rich, dark skin up against her paleness was one of her oldest and most deeply ingrained fantasies. Not that she wasn't turned on by most men (and women) in general - giving Brad a blowjob had of course gotten her incredibly wet, and she was more than willing to go down on any man or woman of any color - there was just something special about black men that practically compelled her to fill herself. Tom knew she was teasing him of course, but for the life of him he didnt know why. Honestly, he didnt mind the accidental glimpses of her naked, but the worst part was, she wouldnt even let him beat his meat! Whenever he would try to go into the bathroom to let go of his load, she would yell for a glass of water, or pizza rolls, or a movie. And with things so hectic at work, he was usually too tired at night to do anything but plop down and sleep. And so he did, one fateful Friday night. Fuck.