Fifty by now. Her first babysitting gig went well. There were no problems. The only rules were that she could not have anyone over and tie up the tel...phone all night. The two kids went to bed and Casey went about checking out the house. It was large. There were 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms and a large living room and recreation room on the top and main floor. The basement opened out into a large walkout sunroom connected to a magnificent pool which was landscaped into a large hill. Casey loved. Time and again, we are subjected to being mere "watchers" of the superior black male dominate our white woman in the bedroom instead of the arena. We can't compete so we are forced to watch them to do what was once our "job." The scary part? Our woman are morphing into submissive, wanton, black cock sluts. We only get to watch. We are merely spectators at this point. Guess what ? We've learned to love watching. It's taken years for me to catch on but I get it now....It is truly a NEW WORLD. “You know you,ref silly, Joe. Why not radio for a toilet break if you needed to beat your meat?” he smiled, acting the exact opposite of how I expected him to. “Wasn,t really thinking Sarge.” I apologised. “You mean you let your cock do your thinking for you!” he corrected and I stayed quiet. “So,what am I gonna do about this. I know you,re on the promotion list and can,t afford to go,on report. What do you suggest I do?” “Dunno Sarge,” But he was already on the radio ordering one of the relief. "The future Countess of our land shouldn't use such language," Mark snickered. "Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!" she shouted. "I love the way you look when you are angered," Mark stated. "Your face flushes and makes you more beautiful than you already are." She forced herself to calm down. Alexis was flattered by Mark's proclamation, but at the same time he never asked her to marry him and this upset her. "I can get angrier!" "Is it because of your red hair?" "No!" "Will you marry me?" Taking a.