"With that, Blase' begins to chase after the fleeing you. He is a tall, dark skinned Black Man and it only takes him a few seconds to catch up to the ...errorized white woman. You redouble your efforts to escape as you hear Blase''s approaching footsteps. Jogging just behind you, the Black Man reaches out and grabs a hand full of your flowing brown mane."Going some place, bitch," Blase' taunts.Like a trapped a****l, you whirl and try to fight off your attacker. Your pathetically weak effort only. The shoes he would put onlater and then he put a long jacket over top to further disguise whatwas underneath. He would remove the outer clothing outside her homebefore entering. He called his taxi and waited. He could still feelthe nylons clinging to his skin underneath his jeans, they really didfeel good. What was wrong with him, he wondered? After leaving the cab, Chris found a secluded spot where he was able toremove all his male clothes. He put them in a bag and through thembehind a. . Relax Brandy"My head was buzzing from the pot I had smoked, so I leaned back and closed my eyes.I felt his huge fingers move in and out of me. He used such precision he knew what he was doing.And in no time, he had me cumming on his fingers...He put his arms around me and held me, till my breathing had slowed down.."Time to go to bed Brandy." He said.He kissed me good night and went bed.I got up, and went to lay down in Mikes bed.Which is where I slept.The next day, was like any other at my. Perfect.I really need to put a bell on Darius. He was right behind me againwhispering, "How does it taste?"I jumped and let go of the ladel. It splashed into the sauce and sent someflying onto my arm and some on my chest. "Ow ow ow. That burns." I turned to goto the sink but Darius stopped me. He grabbed my arm to look at it then helifted my wrist to his mouth to lick off the pasta sauce. His tongue travelledslowly down the length of my arm, picking up all the sauce. I couldn't exactlyremember.