"And how do you like that?" I moved the receiver inside me, my leg shifting on the desk, as I waited for her reply. "I love it so much," she replied. ...I feel like a slut." Yes," I answered. "You're my whore, and you're going to fuck your ass hard with that bottle, while your worthless empty cunt drips down on it." I fucked myself harder, getting more and more horny from thinking about her. The phone moved fast and deep inside my wet pussy while I moaned loud and unrestrained, certain nobody. Oooh no. No, Im not going to say a word. In fact, he then took a drag off the cigarette, Im gonna take you out into the middle of nowhere and Im going to fuck the shit outta you. My eyes bugged out and I gasped while staring at him in shock. W…what??? Oh my god, NO! Hell baby, not like you can do much about it now. You should think twice before hitchin a ride. and then he laughed evilly. I started to panic and was looking at how i was going to escape this obviously crazy man. There was no way. There’s a sense of violation that’s a lot more personal about being manipulated. Why? Well, theft is somewhat opportunistic, but manipulation is intentional. Predatory loans, the practice of lending money to people who can’t really afford the loan to get them in debt for the rest of their lives is an example. It’s like, oh boy we found a vulnerability! Let’s exploit it.Governmental policies had a similar sinister feel to them. Consider the Currency Transaction Report which deals with cash. Made her feel like a teenager again.”What? I thought. “You got your wife fucked? By a black guy you hired?”“Yep,” he replied, “And I’ve gotten laid every night since. You should try it; your sex life will never be the same. Speaking of which, ol’ buddy, I need to get home. She’ll be waiting for me.”On the drive home my mind wandered. How would I feel about someone, no, not someone, a black man, fucking my wife Candy?Later that evening Candy and I were in bed; a “for couples” XXX video playing.