"By the end of this you will believe I own everything. Your cock, balls, ass, and mouth. Your heart I have." Right then the urge to kiss you overwhelm... me, but I must finish the instructions first. God, I love you. "I won't bother calling you anything degrading. Just my fucking whore." My stance is possessive I lean over you, kissing your mouth, hard. Your cock twitches against my leg. "I see. You are my fucking whore. Aren't you. Dirty whore." My lips suck your tongue into my mouth. You try. I whipped the barrel of my Glock around so that it pressed against Quinlan's right temple. "Anyone at all?" I asked again.Not so much as a peep."Every last one of them." Isabeau stated icily from the far end of the table.I could actually hear eyes clicking in their sockets as the men seated around the conference table shifted their attention at the sound of her voice. With the exception of Captain Walker, who could be forgiven ... what with his disability and all.I smiled fondly at my sister. Black power. Rob chuckled seeing it. James smiled at the little guy appreciating it. He believed it in every way. And every time he had a white wife on this bed with that picture it was as if this was an altar. An altar of sacrifice and lust. James' lust for a white woman and the sacrifice of her cuckolded husband. He would witness a black man's conquest when seeing him do things to his wife the husband could never dream of doing. And that made this black man even harder for the white. As time passed by we both continued with the assignments we were assigned to. Just then rupalis pencil dropped from her hand, she bent to pick the pencil, which gave me a good view of her boobs. And when she stood up she accidentally brushed her arm against her skirt so that i could have a good view of her crotch. She got my attention. She looked at me right in the eye as she pulled her skirt back into place and smiled and apologized saying “ I’m sorry”. But she knew I had enjoyed. I said “it’s.