To wrap my pink lips around some thick black cock, to suck a big black cock. I did my best to convey my submissiveness, hoping that some big-cocked st...d would see it and know that he could use me however he wanted; I wanted to be used, to be denigrated... to be treated like an object created purely to pleasure black cock. I got a few responses; one stood out. He said he was 6'5" 225, 8 inches cut. That turned me on; I am 5.25, so I wanted to be smaller than him. If I was going to submit, it. ”“I know. I’m so sorry. I should have told you.”“Damn, if my mother ever found out — I don’t want to think about that.”“What’s the difference? If your mother found out I was fucking another man, any man, she would go ballistic anyway.”“Yeah, but she comes from a long line of southern segregationists. Something like this would kill her.”Vicky thought that might not be a bad outcome, but she said, “I know, but there is no reason she should ever know.”“Oh the contrary, if you are going to continue. People take off from work now just to stand outside the primary schools and watch the children. There's a surplus of teachers now. All the kindergartens and classes one through three are deserted. Everybody's looking back at the old problem of school overcrowding with wistful yearnings... Oh, what I wouldn't give to hug Isabelle again, even once, hug and be hugged back by an eight-year-old girl. No one in the world has that pleasure now, no one... I sighed. At least the child-traffickers are. "I might prefer girls, but I could get used to feeling your arms about me and your tongue in my mouth. I might even get used to feeling you between my legs. I find that I want you more and more as time goes by. Does that make sense to you?" Yes," I whispered in reply, "it makes all the sense in the world. I want you as well." Yeah, but you're a guy," Vicky replied with a grin, while placing her hand onto my stiff cock, "and I'm..."That's when we got interrupted. Victoria, Samantha, and Eleanor.