Fred jumped at the job, and it was agreed for the next visit. This was regardless of poor Roses thoughts on the subject. There followed six long month... of apprehension and fear, which old Fred had enjoyed no end! He would make it worse as when they were having sex he would describe the z and the smoke and stench of the burning flesh, and how she had shrieked and how he was to hold her cunt open for the hot iron next time and how she would scream even more. Thus when the time came to visit that. If there was one thing she lived for it, was clothes-shopping. And tonight she would be sexy-clothes-shopping. She couldn’t wish the second hand to swing ’round the clock any faster. She kept going over in her mind what direction she would go. Should she buy a sexy dress, with lots of low cuts and tight curves? Or should she go with some really sexy under garments? A full garter, garter-belt, stockings, and corset ensemble maybe. This was when her enhanced chest really came in handy. She could. I guess I’m agnostic, maybe leaning towards atheist. I honestly don’t think there’s a god, but I’m not sure enough to say there isn’t. I take it you’re religious, Janey?”“Yes,” Janey replied. “Not quite as gung-ho as Mike, but pretty close. What about you Clarissa?”“Agnostic. I’m a scientist and science really has nothing to say about God. I can’t run an experiment to prove it one way or the other, so my response is that I have no idea. But I can’t rule it out, either, especially seeing how. "Of course it is, Silly," her worldlier friend whispered back. "Don't you know that most black men are hung like horses?"Miriam was amazed at what she saw. These were young black men who were probably about eighteen or nineteen years old with some of them younger, who had cocks on them that would make a stallion proud. They knew that they were big and that was why the American women flocked down to see them. Miriam was aghast when she saw that the huge black penis that these boys sported were.