She knew the power that she had over me. She had always been cruel, the epitome of the mean girl cheerleader. She measured me. She looked up at me and...said, " huh, 7inches , you just made it. You will be number eight." She wrote on my chest "8." She wasted no time. She dropped her silk robe and assumed a prone position on a black leather fainting couch. She used a velvet pillow to elevate her firm posterior to facilitate entry. Number one was an older, handsome, distinguished looking black man. I wanted to be like him one and told him that and his question to me was to "what does the word family mean to you" I said easy, you, me , anybody related etc etc. he said get in truck your going tonite with me to the shop, I said heck yeah I've always wanted to go and now I'm old enough. On the there he said, son these friends here I consider family just like I do you and I want you to do the same ok. I say yeah I guess but why? He said you never know when u might need them and once they. “Oh please baby slide that big cock into me. I need and want it so badly. I am such a slut for that cock baby. I need to feel you inside me. Give it to me baby. Turn me into more of a slut for you.” I say.You hear my hot sexual begging and you decide to give it to me.Because you want me just as bad as I want you.You slowly slide all the way inside my tight little pussy, causing me to start moaning more.I look down letting out a huge gasp as I see and feel your thick cock press into me,. You have to accept the way it is and deal with it. I just hope to God that you don’t hurt that girl any further.”The painful look on her husband’s face caused remorse. “I’m sorry Chuck; it’s just been so hard. Above everything I know, despite what we have gone through in our marriage, you’re an honorable man. That’s why I chose you in the first place. I know you’ll do your best for her. But please try to understand, we’re different. Now get out of here for a while so I can talk with Stacy.”As.