Malcolm talked all the time while he worked forcing first one then two then three fingers up my anal passage, the more I relaxed the easier it seemed ...o feel I could feel him rotating his fingers inside me pulling stretching stinging relaxing, words flowed from my black lover, loving word for his white married slut.Then I felt him so big so fat and I knew what being stretched meant, it seemed to take forever and it was a little painful until his fat mushroom head disappeared, I could hear. Next, he should be required to read the slave Document aloud loudly and slowly (preferably with others present to observe and overhear). The receptionist should then plug his mouth with the large dildo gag, and he should then be ordered to wait for your arrival while standing at strict attention. Having his anus and mouth plugged and wearing the thong panties and bra in the presence of others will be especially humiliating to him. (The receptionist could comment on his anal and mouth plugs, the. The women Wayne brought up had to give a portion of their salaries to him. After Erika, his third child, Wayne planned to raise one more child and retire. I don't know whether Wayne's death was good or bad. On one hand he made girls better off financially when they grew up. On the other hand, that came at the cost of great pain and suffering during their youth.My mom and dad were able to take time from their busy schedules to attend my funeral. Watching my funeral from above, I saw. ‘And probably khaki Dockers, like every other man not in jeans here,’ she mused. Thinking about how he was dressed – and how she would like to see him undressed – made her sex contract again, so she shook her head to erase the Etch-a-Sketch image in her mind and tried to concentrate on the bottom of the first. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied movement in the booth. He and another man were standing and then he disappeared. He was wearing khaki dress shorts. She rose quickly and strode up.