Opening her eyes, as she bit her lip she moaned and nodded. “Yes!! Just like that, I want you to fuck me just like that. Thrust that hard cock into ...e.” So, I began thrusting harder, how could I resist that command? Our pelvises were slapping against each other with the help of the bed which at this point was bouncing and knocking on the wall. It seemed as we were the only ones that were having hot passionate sex at this moment. The house was joining in with us and you could smell the aroma. Too many black women judge a black man long before they ever meet him. Those same black women make it a habit of dating black men who just got out of prison, or are on their way there. These same black menwho aren’t very stable and have multiple offspring by multiple mothers and no means of supporting themselves, let alone their offspring. That’s who educated black women choose to go after. Educated, intelligent and hard-working black men are ignored by black women in the dating game. Black. Supposing it is 36 ... oh, dear God ... dear God! Can you imagine the humiliation of being chained naked to a lavatory pan? Of no more concern than the lavatory brush alongside? It is truly degrading. I am coming to another orgasm. I don’t want it ... I don’t! Yet it overwhelms me as I lie squirming helplessly. It is beginning to hurt as my muscles cramp. How many more orgasms will I have this night? I suddenly remember what she said about Ahmed and Jason and I can’t help shivering. Those two. Her endless legs ended in tiny, bare feet. Her strappy white stilettos dangled from her left hand. Her hair bounced in loose ringlets the colour of cinnamon to the small of her back. She had a dimple in her left cheek but not in her right, and a sweet heart-shaped face. She was short and looked sweet and innocent, with her slightly rounded features. The club’s lights flashed blue, green and red on her perfect face. She was talking to her friend, but then, suddenly, as though she sensed she was.