I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering th...m.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I can?********I now have a way to remember my words.There is a a "desk" and a "chair" and "paper" and a "pen"I write down my words, so I can remember them.*****Do I have a name?It seems like I must,. She decided to try. Spanking the sucking. Deep throat and licking my cock keeping me nearly there. I wanted to rip off my bonds and grab her hair and force it down her throat. Make her drink my come but I could not she was in control. She covered her hands in baby oil and grabbed my cock wanking hard and fast ohh god I was about to come nearly there just lifting my ass off the bed cause it was going to come hard. Then she stopped I wanted to cry. 55 minutes and she wanted to make the hour at. It’s a waste of time for me.”The Marines merely nodded. Alice flat wasn’t eligible under the current rules.There were two people in the room who knew my CAP score besides the Marines - myself, and Jean. She just looked at me; she’d resigned herself to the idea that I would be picked up - and she wouldn’t be going. For her, it was a given. What she didn’t understand was that it was one of the things I loved about her. Her sisters didn’t know it, but behind closed doors, Jean and I had an. Actually, I knew which stories she had been reading and was so excited, that I would orgasm just thinking about it.Time went by and fantasizing about her fucking a black cock became a regular part of our sex. The sex got hotter and so did she. She would almost cum at the mention of a big black man riding her. Of course, this only made me hotter. Over the same period, we discussed both of us being able to fulfill sexual fantasies as long as remained open and honest with one another. We then.