I always knew white men and white women weren’t as open-minded about racial relations and multiculturalism as they’d like us to believe. I have wa...ked through enough dark streets and been given enough wary, hostile looks from white people to know they don’t like me. Why? Simply because I’m a big and tall black man. I don’t like white people. And they don’t like me. I look forward to the day when their numbers dwindle to insignificance, especially in North America. In my hangout spot of. She was tired from the journey, hungry, and wanted some good wine to drink. The sooner she got this over with the better, so she mounted Diana and rode to the Marcellus house.A familiar face answered the door. It was Esther the Jewish slave. She looked much older and more tired than when he left two years ago to join the XVII Legion."Yes?" Esther looked up at the redheaded beauty."I would like to see Senator Marcellus," Penelope announced herself."He's not at home for the moment," Esther. What was she imagining he wondered?As an enormous amount of seed welled up inside him he held off as long as he could. He felt his heart beating faster. Almost at the point of no return. His cock hardened and engorged. Her pussy, a perfect tight fit for him. He liked smaller women. It was a sexy thing. They seemed so innocent and tight. Just as he was ready to cum he told Erin to look at him in the eyes. She opened her eyes and stared at him. She looked so young and innocent. He. And even though his words were a living projection, they weren’t as harsh as one might assume. They were still tender. Still familiar. He could lure her into anything. He always lured her here, didn’t he, and now she was at the mercy of his will. Why do you think of defying me? Who do you think you are? Elphaba? You ain’t defying any gravity here, my love. No. I like you like that. You’re fucking depressing. What do they call it these days? Emo? he continued. She’d been like this for about two.