He was moaning looking at me and telling, “Yeah whore, you are such a slut, if you were a slut for money, you could have earned a lot of money.” H... was making me feel like a cheap whore.He then told me to suck his erect dick by tongue only by taking it in hand. I was sucking it like if it was an ice cream now. The taste was salty as usual but it was less hairy today and not smelly. He then told me to take his balls in the mouth like candies and suck them too.I was doing this all with closed. "You've heard me rant about it before. My father's ranting about the equality of the races, how the black man and the white man should work together, and still being as separatist as he could be. I'll bet he's turning over in his grave right now. I mean, he gave both Kwame and me these pseudo-African names to remind us of the fact that we're black, before we're American. I've gotten used to the name of Tanisha, but I still sort of resent it for that reason. I'll tell you what, Jon, I haven't. And now I suddenly realise that she knows it too. Coming to my senses I ease back but suddenly feel her push backwards with her body against me, just enough to let me know that right now, on that train on this icy winter’s night, I am supposed to be with her for whatever reason and for however briefly. I know she is older than me which means that whilst I don’t have much of a clue about life, or at least real life or relationships, she does. This thought enlightens my senses and I smile. . oh hell, I’m scared shitless of going down that road again. And yes, I realize that you’ll be getting married, having k**s, and all that stuff, some day. Then I’ll really be alone, but until that day comes, I’m really quite happy just sharing my life with you. After that, maybe I’ll rethink this existence, and look for a good woman. Now, why did that come up? Did you meet a guy that you’re afraid to tell me about?”, he softly said to her.“But aren’t there times when you’d really like to be.