Releasing his hold on me and letting go of my tit, he grabbed hold of my hair and forced me down on my knees. "What you want whore?" he asked again an... again I answered, "I want to suck your fuckin' hard cock" and with that he added, "Open your mouth whore" and into my now aching mouth he drove his hard cock. There I was, on my knees, my head being held in place as this wonderful black man fucked my eager mouth with his hard cock, slamming it deep into my throat, gagging me, letting me come up. Looking into my eyes, she held up her index finger and montioned for me to come to her. I moved to her again and she reached out and took my hand. She began to pull me down to her. I couldn’t believe it, but I let her. I felt almost powerless to resist. Now on my knees in front of her, she leaned back on a black, leather chair and pulled my face down between her legs. I did not resist. Even though I had never done anything like this before, it came so surprisingly natural. I began to lick her. Until one day, while we were both alone in the living room (she occupied with the newspaper) asked me to change the blown light bulb above. Growing frustrated with it all, I didn’t bother hiding my stiff. I stood on a ladder and proceeded to change the bulb with hard-on in full sight to her if she bothered to look up or to anyone who happened to walk in. Next thing I hear the footsteps of Paul's dad walking thru the back door, I thought to myself... fuck-it, shes been teasing me for so long. The evening sun was warm on us. It was a pleasant feeling.“Yeah,” I said. “We’re reality agents. Seemed like a good investment. Good neighborhood.” I studied him, wondering where this was going.“I get it,” he said. “There are advantages to living with family.” A smile spread across his lips. “She’s cute. Your sister. I don’t blame you at all for wanting to spend time with her.”“What are you saying?” I asked, the tension squeezing around my heart. “I mean, I’ve seen you on TV, Clint. Right,.