”“No, what?” Leslie asked.“No, ma’am?” Brock asked.“That’s not what I meant,” she told him. “I meant why not.”Because I don’t ...ive a flying fuck if she feels bad, Brock thought. It was a good thought, he decided.“Because I don’t give a flying fig if she feels bad,” he said, editing himself slightly for content. “She should feel badly. I hope she’s miserable. Because that’s how she made me feel. And not just this afternoon.“I don’t care if she’s unhappy. I don’t care what she wants and I don’t. I came upon an old shack and I needed to pee. As I walked up to the shack about to kneel down to pee a couple of black boys came out. The shack was some kind of hang out for them. They invited me in. Once inside the place was nice, one room and clean. There was two more boys for a total of four. They were in their mid teens and very nice. They offered me a drink and a snack. I told them I needed a bathroom and they said for me to go out back which I did and then came back in. The drink they. "Good, now take that hand off of your nasty fuckhole andput both of your hands under my ass. So you can pull me into that little pussymouth of yours" Rachel says sneering at me. When I put my hands under her, I can feel my chair. It is coveredin her juices. Thinking about her getting her cum all over my chair makes meeven hotter. Ohhhh, how I want to play with my pussy. I start pumping her crotchinto my face. "Yeaaaa, bitch I want you to fuck me into your face" Rachelsays. "Fuck my face, work. “Listen, I only fuck who I want and when I want to and if you want sex with this black girl, you’ll have to do it my way.” Terry was stunned again. He had no idea how to ask her for a date and here she was ready to let him have sex with her! His cock twitched in his pants again. “That would be awesome, Cassie; I’d do anything you want, I promise.” He said meekly. Now he was really excited, just thinking about her controlling the action. “I get off at 7 tonight,” she said. “Get a room across.