He called you earlier than you thought. You confused him by saying don’t knock on the door until the blinds up stairs are pulled to the side. You kn...w what you were doing but he didn’t. Once your husband left you ran upstairs with excitement. Hoping the day was going to go the way you want it to. It was only minutes after you pulled the blinds aside you heard a knock at the door. Your adrenaline was pumping and your pussy was getting wet thinking what could happen.Answering the door you were. "Well look at that a little cherry, do you play with yourself?" All I do is nod. "Do you or don't you princess?" he looks at me sternly. "Yes..." Yes... what... princess?" Like trying to talk in space I say with no air, "I play with myself, a lot sir". Why did I say a lot I thought to myself and why did I call him sir? "Show me how or else this conversation is over."With my legs still spread I start to massage my breasts with my left hand and reach down with my right to start rubbing my clit. “We were happy you were okay. We are elated you apparently found a purpose in your life.” He removed his finger from under his son’s chin and grabbed both of his son’s shoulders. “I, for one, am happy not only about your new addiction to physical fitness,” he smiled to show the mirth behind the meaning, “but also in your interest in expanding your intellect. I swear I was almost as happy about your daily visits to the library, and taking your sister with you; than I was about your working out,. He seemed to be at war with the world itself. He really didn’t like White men and White women, but his racial issues didn’t end there. He was mad at his fellow Black men and Black women for their lack of unity. He complained ceaselessly about modern Black women turning their backs on Black men and lamented the state of the Black family in the United States of America. He desperately wanted Black men and Black women to unite, and build a better future for the Black community. He dreamed of a.