.' he began counting out before grumbling, 'Damn."In no time, the next shaft entered Julie's lips, happily thrusting for his six times. On and on it w...nt, till about the twelfth time. A large black man was thrusting away, leaving his shaft buried in her throat as he drew his card. She felt it swell and then heard his voice from above:"Hey!" he exclaimed. Slowly he turned the card towards her eyes: Queen of Hearts. A tear rolled from her eyes. "Just you wait, Doll. Your sweet ass is mine."Julie. ...ahhh, fuck me...so big....so big.Breed...ahh...breed...ohh...Nigger...breed....me...ohhh...yessss....yessss."The Black stud looks down on you....who's your Master!?, he commands.You look at him...You, you...you own me...you own my pussy.You feel his big, seed heavy balls slapping against your ass. You now beg him to fill you with his hot Black Seed.Breed me...fill me up...give me that Nigger Seed...need it...(gasp)...want it...(pant)...please....please...have to have...have...have it.With a. .. any contact. Her fingers gently brushed the hair off my forehead, and her voice soothed some of the disturbance rioting through my soul. “Are you going to speak? Or are you one of those deprived monks that hide out in caves and eat crickets, and moths, and things?”That made me smile.Her voice raised an octave in pitch, and many decibels in volume. “You actually smiled! Tommy Morrison can smile.” She held her face in her hands like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Her crooked smile was just. ‘All right, gentleman,’ Atwood nodded at Gail and smiled, ‘and lady. Let’s get a little curious. We are going to play a game of ‘What If and If, Then What’ and the more participants we have in the discussion, the better. Atwood put his right hand on the large paper on the right side. ‘For the remainder of our discussion, we will deal with only this land. The other side is Blaze and I have no information or knowledge of any disputes there. ‘I believe our main contention is that about four.