The little guys inside my head were yelling that I should get back the way I came, and quickly. I considered my options for a second or two before com...ng to the conclusion that I agreed with them – this time.I started undressing, and soon had my shoes and pants rolled inside a ball I made from my undershirt. As soon as I got naked, the feeling of being almost touched intensified by a magnitude or two, and the voices I almost heard became more demanding. It was like some of them would have been. "Ooooo yeth please, you beeg STUD!" she squealed as I fucked my whambamthankyoumam harder and harder up into her distended beaver. So hard that she was bouncing around on top of me like a demented ragdoll as the bed creaked and groaned under us.This was Rock and Roll sex. Fucking like it was going out of business. I could feel my asshole tightening up as the rocket slid into the chute ready for lift-off. "You got it, Baby. Any second now I'm about to fill your tight little pussy right up with. Good bye Mr. Morgan."He walked away before I could react. I went back in the house and sat down at my desk. The files didn't contain the girl's mother's whereabouts or address because I never filed it after the girl was taken the second time. I had kept all of that in my hiding place that only I knew about. The whole file was there along with pictures and dates and addresses of everyone involved. I had several cases like that hidden there because of the danger involved to the subjects in each. And girls, I must admit that being somewhat dominant for white boyfriends while becoming more and more sub for BBC strangers provides a special rush. It did not take long for E to get being a great cameraman and helper. Making a fun evening or late night adventure come together became part of the adventure as well. Being a useful bitch-for-the-night to some strange strangers, usually Black Men on the down and out, got to be part of our mood preparations. Yes, I was still in need of immoral.