The white woman was in the background and she was yelling and screaming and berating her maid with a pointed, boney finger. The face of the Black wom...n was pronounced, front and center in the painting, everything else slightly blurred around her. Her eyes were piercing and aching, the expression on her face, the emotion in the lines around her mouth and the weary expression she conveyed told the story of her pain without words. It was as if he was transported back in time in the image, that. She looked smoking. But there was a flaw. It was fucking freezing and she hadn't worn anything thick enough to shield from the cold. She ran up to me and pressed her perky 36C boobs right on my chest and I could feel her little nipples as hard as rocks on my pecs. I helped her get her bags into my Chevy and we took off to her new home. "So how was your flight in?" I said. "It was smooth and fast. But I could really use a drink." "Ok, we'll get your stuff in the apartment and we will go down. She threw a pillow on the floor in front of the sofa. She took my hand and told me to kneel on the pillow. I did as she asked. It was a natural reaction to her. "Look at me," she commanded. She opened her robe and guided my head to her right breast. Her enlarged and slightly tanned nipple broke the seal of my lips to fill my mouth. I could not resist and as I willingly submitted, she pushed my head firmly back on her breast, "Suck Mama's breast," she said. She held my head firm to her breast. I know I love you and I was sure that you loved me. What I have been doing for the last six years has not affected your quality of life one little bit. If anything, what I've been doing has made things better for us because we don't argue and fight any more. But circumstances change. My boyfriends are losing the ability to see me during the day when we are relatively free from worrying about being found out. To continue to get the sexual satisfaction that I need I'm going to have to do it in.