True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Je...nifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de Nostredame!" You read Medieval French?" Jennifer asked skeptically."Naturellement," Marie-Renee said. She eagerly began to skim through the book. There were only a few entries; evidently it had been prepared shortly before the. Inside were two eye masks. They both were Mardi Gras style with elaborate designs.He placed one of them over her eyes and secured it around her head before affixing his own. He again took her by the hand and led her through another set of doors and into the main party room. Her heart was still racing from the embarrassing scene in front of the Uber driver. She started to nervously think about just what sort of party this was that required the anonymity afforded by these eye masksJessie clung. She decided to go along with the game anyway. “You are. You’re my black daddy Mandingo and I’m your filthy white slut.” Her response seemed to anger Deshawn and he became more brutal in his fucking. She tried to push him away but she wasn’t strong enough. She looked to her husband to see if he could control things a bit more but he was in a zone, fingering his asshole and stroking his tiny cock, insane with arousal. Things were just beginning to heat up in his mind, just the way he. But worst of all, was the squeaking and rattle that their bed made at all hours of the night.I was about to ask mother to let me sleep in another room, there were three empty rooms in the house, when I happened to talk about it to my friend Fred. He was a year older than I was and although we didn't see much of each other, except in school, he was the closest friend I had.Before I go further, I must mention that at the time I was attending a Catholic school that was run by the Christian.