Could he talk about his problems to a woman? Growling at the thoughts, he wondered if he could talk about his problems to man. Which would be easier? ...e didn’t know.The woman’s voice interrupted his thoughts, as she asked, “Are you still there?”“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting a woman.” Jerry realized as his deep voice rumbled over the telephone line, that he sounded like a sexist pig.There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. After the silence had stretched to an. We played a great match, and it was a lot of fun. At first, the guys watching us were making comments: "Who's that ugly girl on court 3?" or "Hey babe, you forgot your skirt" when I missed a shot. But it was all in fun, and I really didn't even notice, because I was concentrating on the game so much.When we were done, Penny, who runs the league asked for my phone number! I hoped it was for something more than just to be on the 'subs' list, but I didn't argue.***Sure enough, I got a call next. It was noontime and the sun was on top of the world and blazing through the bars of hercramped little cell. The combination of greasiness of 3 days with out a showercombined with the force feeding and constant bondage was enough to break aweaker woman. Katrina was not a weak woman. She had fought against hercaptors tooth and nail but it only seemed to get her into more situations likethis one. Time seem to move at a snails pace as the sun strippedprecious energy from the nubianwoman. She was. My cock was still in a semi state as I pissed, I guess all those short skirts left an imprint on my mind. I took a minute to crack the bathroom window open and take in the still night air, it was a gorgeous summers night. It took a few seconds for the tap water to run cold but eventually it filled the pint glass which began to drip with condensation. The floor boards creaked in the usual spots as my heavy feet thudded over to Nat’s room, I could hear her shuffling around a bit. Nat was sat on.