She drew back as far as she could and without even looking at me said almost crying, "You can have them, just please don't hurt me."On any other day, ... might have tried to explain myself or just turned around and walked the other way. But not today. I had had it. I didn't feel sorry for this white bitch. I didn't care. The preview of that white actress getting pounded from behind in the porn movie by a hung black man flashed in my mind. The look on the actresses face mimicked what I saw. You take a tentative step toward the door, already almost tripping due to your handicap. The mistress shakes her head. ?You think I'm going to let you walk in, looking as childish as you do, and embarrass us with your pretense at adulthood? Babies crawl.? She places her hand square on your back and pushes you to the ground. Any other day you would yell, or slap at her hand, but you just suck the pacifier more ferociously and obey. After all, how bad could it be? You know it's. I must’ve leaned in quite a lot for that to happen.I decided to go along just a little further; after all, I was still fully clothed and could leave anytime I wanted. I pressed myself over him. My boobs pressed over his chest and my waist over his. My grip on his tool must’ve pressured a bit too much because he moaned slightly loudly. I lifted my waist a little bit above to let him adjust comfortably. He sensed it and quickly moved his legs moving the blanket sheet below. His tool was back in. These little interludes when I had the house to myself usually lasted only two or three days. I’d spend them watching old spy movies or superhero adventures Cindy didn’t enjoy as much as me, or I’d doze in front of the television with golf or something droning in the background. When you’re a newlywed or a younger guy, your single friends all think, “Hey, you’re free a few days - let’s have some drinks, stay out late.” In reality, after a few years of marriage or when you hit middle age, you’d.