” I whisper. “Oh, god, it feels amazing. Please, I beg, please I want it.” “I didn't tell you to beg” he says in a low serious tone. “Now,...apologize and wait till I tell you to beg for more.” “I'm sorry, it just feels so amazing, I don't know how much more I can take.” I see a smile cross his lips from between my legs. “Ok” he says, “Now, beg for it.” “Please, I want more. Please give me more. I beg you. I want you so bad. Oh please, give it to me. I want it, my pussy aches for you.” “Mmm” he. But he had other birthday plans for me. He knew I harbored a longtime fantasy to be fucked and fully used by a dominant black lover. So unbeknownst to me he arranged for a black bull to meet me on my birthday. What a surprise. What a present.Hubby told me that we were going to dinner at a restaurant near the runway of the airport. It may seem a strange choice to some people, but we both love to watch planes land and take-off. I wore a sexy little pair of black fishnet stockings and some naughty. “Even though you made it in a hospital instead of a courtroom?”So much for friendliness.“Yes,” Lanchew answered, “yes it does.”“Good,” the boy nodded. “What did you want to see me about?”“I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”Macon thought that one over for a moment, and then nodded again. The judge gave it another go.“I really am sorry. When I had that heart attack and almost died, I took a look at myself and didn’t like what I saw. I decided to become a better man, and the first part of that is. When she finished she placed the martinis in front of them across the bar, and Simmons and Morris thanked her. Mills said gruffly, "Come around here and sit on my lap," smiling lecherously at her. She squared her shoulders and walked around the bar, striding over to where he sat and climbing up onto his knee. He helped her straddle his thigh and hooked his arm around the small of her back, pulling her to himself as he sipped his drink. Her hands rested on his hips near his crotch, for balance.