Why dont you get in with me like you used to.?" I leaned closer to the tub. This caused my arm, the one d****d over her shoulder, to naturally move do...n her body to rest at her right breast. My hand was on fire, and judging from her breathing, my hand was having a similar effect on her."Damn," she exclaimed as her hand fumbled with the button of his shorts. "I did this all the time when you were a k**." My turn," I said calmly as I flipped the button through the hole. She managed the zipper. . that's it... take it all... yeah open you mouth wider bitch."He started fucking my mouth harder and faster. From time to time he would push his cock against my throat and held it there until I started to shake and beg for a breath of air. Fear and excitement was pumping through my veins. How could this be? How could I feel this way from this black man raping my mouth? I tried my best to keep his cock from forcing its way into my throat. I held onto the base of his shaft as if my life depended. Not only had she eaten the apple cobbler and placed the empty dish in the sink but she had gone to bed. I checked and locked the doors, turned out all the lights and went to bed myself. I fell asleep as I reviewed the occurrences of the night before.I woke in the morning with the sound of mom’s car pulling away. I got up quickly and ran to the living room window. I could see mom’s car as it went down the road in the direction of town. I wondered why she had left so early. I waited all day. Fiercely ambitious and still a human being: not a common combination. I said 'Good Evening' automatically to the receptionist as I passed through the lobby and was surprised when she stopped me.'A visitor is waiting for you, Monsieur Lancer, but I think she's fallen asleep. She arrived about an hour ago.' I turned and looked. There was a huddled figure curled up in one of the armchairs, a backpack on the floor beside it. All I could see was a mop of blonde hair; I recognized it immediately and.