That, and your boyfriend’s little toy dick.” Malik chuckled. “What? You’re leaving?” Lauren looked absolutely panicked. “You can’t leave...me like this. I’m so fucking horny I’m about to explode.” “Well, I’m on my way to the airport now. My flight leaves in two hours so I’m not sure how I can help you.” Lauren was desperate to come and needed to feel that big dick splitting her insides. “Please, Malik!” “We don’t have time to go anywhere Lauren.” Malik opened his suit jacket and looked over at. He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank. Never again. I’ll be married.”“Good. Then I will go to your wedding.”I wore the same black, faux-leather dress I wore the night we met up for dinner. I figured I might as well. I was the only white woman in a lovely wedding ceremony. Tyrell had several of his friends as groomsman, his bride several of hers. I sat in the back, smiling at Tyrell when he and his bride left the church shortly after kissing as husband and wife.She was a beautiful black girl. She was taller me, and her breasts. I sighed heavily and stared with, ‘Ty called this morning.’ Jeff leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head, ‘And?’ I sucked in my breath and recounted the short conversation from that morning. I didn’t include my ‘dream’, that was one of the things Jeff isn’t privy to. When I was finished he was shaking his head at me. ‘Sasha,’ he began but I cut him off. ‘I know, I know. Don’t start okay.’ ‘No it’s not okay. When are you going to let that boy figure life out on his own? Damn it, Sasha,.