I closed the phone and set it back down on the table before turning to her, my lustful desire growing by the second. "Where should I fuck you?" I aske..., towering over her as she waited patiently. "You can fuck me anywhere you want," she replied, relinquishing all control. I briefly thought about bending her over her kitchen table, but soon settled on another idea. "I'm going to fuck you in your bed...," I hissed sadistically. "...so the next time you're lying there with your fiancé, you can. . I'm beggingyou... please... let me jack You off"... and you can't believe just howlow you've already sunk, and in so short a time, actually begging a Man,and a black Man at that, to allow you to jerk Him off with your own hand.But, you're seeing, too, that your words are having absolutely no effectin appealing to His mercy, and instead, is having exactly the oppositeeffect, as you stare at the humiliating sight of His black dick, thatincredibly l-o-n-g Alabama black snake, that anaconda like,. He wanted to run into his room, and hide under the covers of his bed like a little boy. But her embrace was so warm and soft. Very slowly he calmed down, enough to manage to say “Please don’t hate me now mom…. I’m so sorry! I’m sooo…. embarrassed!” in a watery voice.Helen gave him a soothing, sympathetic look. “Sweetie, I don’t hate you. And I’m sorry I embarrassed you. We just need to talk about this now, ok? You’re growing up and going through…changes. We need to discuss them.”Christopher. It is all very well buying boys jeans, but a business suit? It makes me look like a kid. And what is more is my name, Cyril Tallman, can you believe it.?Needless to say, with a build like that I am no athlete. At school I was always the last to be chosen for team games; I never really learned to throw a ball properly, and everyone said I threw like a girl. The other boys teased me as 'Atlas', 'Titan', or 'Ogre'. My only recourse was my books, and I achieved a reputation as a nerd, a dreadful.