Mal was busy setting up the table with poker chips, coasters for their drinks, and readying the side table that would hold a variety of snacks. After ...laying together for so many years, the routine was set. The house rules had long been known by the group and almost never had to be explained.Mal’s phone rang, and he talked for several minutes before joining Mitch in the kitchen. “That was Tom Sparks on the phone. He has a bad cold and doesn’t want to share his germs with us tonight. He said he. ..fuck it....yes, good, so good.Nigger....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. Then practice, practice,practice. This would also mean talking to myself all the time to get thevoice to come naturally without thinking. So I set to work. I recorded myvoice several times until I was satisfied that it really did sound like ayoung woman. I then made a running commentary of everything I did. Ipracticed walking in my heels in front of Mother's wardrobe mirrors afterabout an hour and aching feet I really was walking like a girl. I then setabout developing all the other gestures.. ?This has clearly been a great introduction to the noble sport ofhorseracing for you,? he enthused. ?I doubt you will ever be as luckyagain, my dear. So keep your winnings and enjoy spending them.?I thanked him profusely and, on an impulse, leaned over and kissed himon the cheek. He pulled me into his arms and returned my kiss full onthe mouth, firmly inserting his tongue between my lips. I thought aboutresisting, but then?..this was what I had been expecting to happen atsome point in the day,.