Ice cream ... God, she was hungry. Not hungry enough to try and eat any of that stuff, not yet.She knew this wasn't a dream. Whatever it was, this was...real. Partly it was the pain that told her this. Shanna didn't hurt in dreams. Mostly, though, it was the scary White guys who had attacked her.Shanna didn't dream of White people.The first time she had actually realized this, late in high school, she had spent a good week wondering if she was some kind of racist. After all, she was surrounded by. This was the kind of experience that she had fantasized about for years but could never experience. Not on her own. And she had never found the right man, until now, to make those fantasies a reality.A lot of what I had planned was going to be new for me too. I had once had a part time master/slave relationship with a woman. We had lived together for two years and our relationship had developed quickly to the point where we had experienced some of the things that I had in mind for Inga. But we. I hear soft footsteps beside me and I look up as the legs pass in front of me. It is obviously a man, but one with a really massive penis. He doesn’t look back, he just walks away. I feel no desire to move, I am just happy with what just happened. I lean back under me with one hand and touch the line of cum that is on my leg. I taste it. Then I put my hand underneath me again and this time touch my pussy which is very sore from the punishment it has just taken. As I do, I feel my orgasm start. I looked over his shoulder and saw a settee. I, somehow, guided over there. He felt its edge behind his knees and sat. I kissed and licked my way down to my target. My lips closed round the tip of his cock, one hand gripped the shaft and the other cupped his balls. He was mine !Him : We're on the settee and her mouth is on my prick. How many times had I imagined this when we so young ? Ah, that's so good. the suction, the feel of her tongue, her hand on my balls, the grip of her fingers.I must.