To help with his job advancement, Phil needed a wife to keep up appearances and, after inheriting his Aunt?s money, was comfortable financially but no... well off. Within two months of his meeting Ann, he was helplessly in her power. He couldn?t say no. They were married in a small ceremony attended by Ann?s mom and Phil?s office mates. Neither of the two newlyweds had any real friends. It was then that the problems started. Phil, traumatized by all of the child abuse, was sexually repressed by a. First that a white girl would suck a black guy then later when - after much thought- i was forced to ask myself “Am i racist?” At this point in my life i had encountered many different races, Asians, Latino, Middle-Eastern and had made friends (and some enemies) with each race. I had seen porn involving many races having sex with white men or women and was never turned off. So i figured i wasn’t racist in general but for some reason Black was different. i couldn’t figure it out so i stopped. Conflicted." "Conflicted? That sounds interesting. Conflicted about what?" he asked. I didn't reply. I felt small, cheap and exposed. "If we're going to be good neighbors, we have to be honest with each other." He untied his robe and opened it wide, exposing himself to me. "Is this what you're 'conflicted' about?" He swayed his hips enough to swing his cock like church bells before a mass. "I think you should go now," I said as I returned with his cup half-filled with cream, averting my eyes. However, with some effort, they could also open envelopes, dig into crevices, give a nasty pinch, and, like now, remove skin.I didn’t have full reach around his back, my arms and shoulders were under his, but I could reach lower, to his low back, and there I grabbed on, hard, and raked his skin with my claws. His back hair was somewhat matted, and I could feel his hair as I dragged my nails hard as I could manage. He gave a loud growl, and then He shifted on me, and gritted his teeth. There.