He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I didn't put up the slightest resistance; I was so weak I could barely stand. It was easy ...o cede control to the powerful black teen. His age, - being younger than me, not even old enough to buy beer - turned me on even more, adding to the depravity of the situation. I felt so submissive in his presence, it just felt right to be on my knees for him. I was panting with lust, surprised by the overwhelming lust I felt for my black. Robert, ... I ... I don't know what to... Yes, Mom just left with dad to go shopping.", he said nervously. "Ok, so I 'met' Mike at the gym, and he told me a few things. To keep a long story short, he took me to the club. And I became a member, just like you.", I said."Oh God, what did Mike do to you?!?", he said with a trembling voice. "Nothing that I would not like to do myself anyway, but I was so ready for it. And ... I got a tough Leather outfit out of it! But I did not want to speak to you. Salome was sitting in the chair, the pistol in one hand, the other furiously masturbating herself."Please Mr. Philouma, please ... I don't want to die." Very few people ever really do, Benjie," he said, walking over to the bed. "I've known Carol Riley for years; I know she doesn't want to die. I've just recently become acquainted with Harry Grimes, I like him a lot, and I know he doesn't want to die."But none of that meant anything to you when you arranged to have them killed, so don't expect. He was utterly relaxed, and utterly oblivious tothe world going on about him.As the car came to a stop at an intersection, Simon looked over at hisfriend. He drank in the young man's supple, u*********s form. Frank waswearing his trademark attire: blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He wasslender and small--detailed and delicate in his appearance and hisproportions: broad shoulders and narrow waist; a firm, yet indifferentlymuscled frame; and, longish legs-certainly slender, but not.