Oh yes, I’ll eat dinner alone at the restaurant again, all dolled up, made to look and feel stupid by being stood up for the literal hundredth time....��The black lawyer talked to herself the entire road home. It was a biting, sarcastic dialogue of how shit her personal life was.“Yes, mama, I’ll be a good girl and marry a black man. He is successful, handsome, and a pillar of the black community. I should be so grateful to wear his name as if he were a Massa. I feel so lucky and special that I get. She felt confident enough and entered her first contest for those under eighteen. She easily won and used the prize money to further her interest in this relatively new competition. All the while Marsha looked forward to her eighteenth birthday when she could enter the regular contests and go toe to toe with the older girls and make a name for herself.Despite it being Saturday, Marsha was up early as though she was going to school. She headed down to the basement where she would spend the next. "Lay still," I told him. "I need time to get you all the way inside of me." I knew I'd need to take control for the initial penetration. With his lack of experience, Matt would likely go too quickly, causing me too much pain.I played with his chest as I slowly lowered myself onto his prick. It entered me half an inch at a time. Matt groaned the entire time. I sighed when I finny felt my ass cheeks resting against his pubic bone. "How does it feel?" I asked."Fucking wonderful." Good." I. 5 tube!"As I placed the tube in her trachea, Marty checked her for a carotid pulse and shook his head. He turned to the nurse and shouted, "Get me a knife and the rib spreader! We gotta crack her chest!"A flurry of activity and everything appeared out of nowhere. Anita was quickly positioned on her right side, betadine solution was splashed over her ribs and Marty opened her in three slashing cuts. "Rib spreader!" he demanded. It was inserted and cranked, making an opening in her chest about.