The pressure of his arm on one side of the slick bowl and his t-shirt on the other was like trying to grab a fresh oyster on a plate with oily fingers... All he accomplished was spilling the rest of the coffee in his cup and ejecting the bowl straight up. The bowl gracefully rotated in mid-air and true to all of Mr. Murphy's rules, came down upside down. One side of the bowl hit the waist band of Bill's scrubs. The other side of the bowl hit the top of Susan's head. About half of the mixture of. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't want to rush things. But whenever you think the time is right, I would love to wear a ring for you."She had looked thoughtful for a moment. "Are you sure about that, pet?" Yes, Mistress. You can... I mean... whenever you're ready... umm... you can just go ahead and, uh, have it done." I had stumbled over my words, nervous at what I was saying, and also worried about whether I was being too blunt about what it is I wanted, about the fact that I wanted to give her. Da ich etwas getrunken hatte machte ich mir auch keine Gedanken daß ich durch das Ausländerviertel unserer Stadt mußte. Genau dort, nur noch gut 10 Minuten von zu Hause weg hörte ich auf einmal hinter mir "Ey, guckt Euch die geile Schnecke an. Die deutsche Hure will doch nur von uns gefickt werden, die Schlampe." Ich drehte mich um und sah mich 4 jungen Türken gegenüber, so 18 bis 20 Jahre alt, Jogginghosen, aber sündhaft teure T-Shirts an, dicke Rolexuhren und Turnschuhe. "Halt die Schnauze. Dee was already addicted to her new life just as Georgia herself had been. Career, reputation and marriage would all be weighed in the balance and found wanting. She'd risk almost anything for that next hit of Black sex."Looks like premium pussy" said Silky as he watched from the bar."Oh yes," said Shaka, "you'd best believe it. Pussy made for the pleasure of a Black man. Warm and wet - seems my little bitch liked the idea of us fighting, or maybe it was the idea of me selling her to a.