Don’t make a salad. Nothing we’ve done or are about to do deserves the indignity of a salad.”“Just let me put on some...”“No! No clothes. ...ot until tomorrow. Actually, not until Thursday. Or, if tomorrow morning goes really well, Saturday.”Gulp. “You remember how cold the cellar is, right?”“Luke, if you experience fifty-five degrees of shrinkage I have ways to restore you to full health. I’ll let you wear shoes or slippers while you’re in the cellar, but that’s it.”“I’ll look forward to your. I always waited a few minutes before executing potentially compromising plans like this. Leaving myself naked and exposed on the couch and masturbating like that was exciting, partly because of the risk, but I didn't want to get caught. So I waited. Finally, after a couple of minutes of listening to hear for sounds outside, I felt I was in the clear. I began to strip right out there in the living room, curtains still not closed, the neighbors would be able to see me if they were to look my way.. ”“A follow-up from your last visit?”“Yes.”“Who are you bringing?”“Don’t worry about that. All you need to do is be home. I’ll use the guest house so we have some privacy and don’t involve your grandmother directly.”“OK. Call me with a time.”“I’ll call Doctor Mercer first thing in the morning and set it up.”“Are you SURE this is a good idea?”“Positive. They’ll leave with the fear of God in them, Joyce. Trust me.”“I hope you know what you’re doing.”“I do. They haven’t out-thought me or out-fought. She smiled:“I don't fuck black men“ she whispered. “My lily-white holes are untainted by niggers and will so remain. I'm racist like that.“ Her hand was still stroking my cock. She put her other hand to my mouth. I should be offended, but instead I was even more turned on. I sucked on her finger. She then moved the hand down to my ass, slowly cicling my hole. Nothing had ever entered me there, but it felt so good.“Wouldn't you rather he came inside her pussy? Deep inside her fertile womb? You.