” His eyes drank me in, he couldn’t help himself now, I pulled the tank top tighter and arched my back to showcase my flat little tush. Maybe I di...n’t have a badonkadonk like those girls on music videos and stuff, but what I had was good enough to get a little blush out of Mr. Gadsten.I knew I couldn’t spend a lot more time back here, and I knew I couldn’t afford all those other tank tops, so I decided to be practical. I closed the door and took off the tank top, putting it into my little “Yes”. As my hand pressed and gripped his Bulge his eyes closed some. Spreading his legs open to encourage my handling of his Large Bulge. Ed asked me if I liked what I had my hand on?? And did I think I could take that much in my Tight White A**. This was the moment I had to decide if I was going home with this Big Man. I just smiled and mentioned the Food. To this Ed informed me that the Order was to go. "So follow me on that Pretty Bike to my Place". I just nodded my head Yes as he released his. Get the idea?" He was into kiddie porn," I said with distaste."Into it? He was the fuckin' king of it, it turned out. In D.C. at least, and probably other places too."That sounded pretty off the charts to me. "Honey, are we talking about the same man? I mean, he's a U.S. Senator for God's sake." So?" she retorted. "Old Agnew was Vice fuckin' President, and I read he was taking payoffs right there in his office. Bobby figured out how to turn his pet fetish into a damn profit center, and his. Jasper, the man in question, was unbelievably good-looking and had a regal bearing. From the moment I met him, I was totally captivated by him. I had never been on a date, let alone slept with an African American. In fact, I hated the term African American. On a continent, where everyone other than the indigenous Indians can be referred to as ‘imports,’ it has never made sense why additional labels are necessary. If you are American… you are an American, simple as that!At this point, I really.