Max leapt off my lap and attacked the wad of paper. I finished the second bottle of wine before heading to bed. I decided notto even open the email fr...m Beth-Ann; some sleeping dogs are best leftalone. I shook my dead in disgust as I pondered how life would have been betterif I had been born female. Chapter 3Maybe it was the two bottles of wine, or maybe I was just really tired,but I slept really deeply that night. Normally, I have a great internalalarm clock and often wake up before my clock. The next morning when I started my email I immediately noticed that Marit send me one. When I opened and started reading I started to panic: Boy, Yes, to Me you are a boy, a boy that only thinks with his cock. Drooling like a dog when it sees a girl in a bikini. You are really pathetic and I wonder what your wife would think of you. I noticed yesterday that you liked to be treated like the boy you are and that your cock even grew more when I corrected you. I think you like to be dominated by. ), Pretty much everything else is something we can agree on before proceding. We would understand each other's needs and desires. I would encourage and support her in her need for BBC. I would be proud of her total submission and service to BLACK MEN. I am aware that my little boy clit (4-5"hard), is not nearly enough for her and being the ever loving, devoted man who adores her would want her to be free to have as many BBCs as she likes (the more of them and the bigger the better). I. Almost at once a raging fire tore into her rump making her sob terrificsobs. She shook this way and that to lessen the flames but they wouldn't lessen.Tears streamed down her face and, in the midst of all this, he managed somehowto get her hands behind her back, cinch them into place and lead her out. Thenshe felt the gag go back into her mouth. Despite this intrusion, however, shemanaged to howl quite loudly. "I told you didn't I?" he said between her explosionsof noise. "Too late to quit now..