”The driver pulled in front of the club. Henry handed the driver a fifty and gave her a wink. Her story choked him up a bit. The girl smiled and Hen...y left.Henry flashed some card to the bouncer and was allowed entry right away. He didn’t have to wait in the long line of people trying to get in. The club was crowded, and there were lots of interesting people.Henry looked around the room to see if he knew anybody. He stood by the bar to get a drink. There were lots of women in groups all hanging. Full. Masculine. He moves slowly, lovingly, careful to present every angle of his black manhood as if putting on a show. You stare in a daze.You look up. He's looking back. Eyes narrowed. Cocky smirk.You can hear his thoughts. "Like what you see, White boy?"Black cock. Bigger. Longer. Twice your size. Twice your length.It frightens you like it frightens every white man. We fear it's strength, its potency. We see it in our dreams, chasing our beautiful white wives, daughters, and girlfriends.. ” I paused and looked up at the ceiling.“AI, what time is it?” I asked.“It is now ten-forty-four,” the AI responded.“Nearly four hours,” I said.“You’ve been busy,” Brent said. I could hear surprise in his voice.“I have to be. We only get a few weeks for training and then we’ll be in an actual starship. At that point mistakes could be fatal, so I need to know who can do what,” I said.“Done!” Morgause called out happily. “AI how does that compare to Brent’s time?”“The team of Brent Boswell and. It was something that was becoming prominent in her mind. She thought about it every time she visited the library.As she looked around at the few people that were there, she wondered whether any of them tried physical sex. Her gaze fell onto a middle aged, sexy looking woman that was reading a few tables away from her. She wondered. Melissa sighed and started to read again. The words were wonderfully erotic and very well written she thought. She found the descriptions of the woman’s scent and.