..like know what...like have an idea about the tat's you would have put on your white sissy ass. Huh, DONTCHA' BITCH? Tell me." I said "Y-ye-yess...sir, I would love to get a tramp-stamp above my hot li'l ass in BOLD BLACK LETTERS saying "BLACK OWNED!" or "SISSY FOR BIG BLACK COCKS!"... or something like that...plus something above my smoothe little dic-clit like "li'l sissy gurl-clitty" ...a BIG BLACK SPADE on my titty, and maybe something small on the back and side of my neck "DADDY'S. I lifted off my shirt and started on my jeans. “I’m yours tonight, buddy,” Dad said, standing there in all his glory. Man he was a hot guy – all muscle and hair, with a big fat boner bobbing up front. “How do you want me then?”“I don’t know…”“Bent over or missionary?”“How do you fuck Mom?”“Missionary, usually.”“Um, do you have a preference?”“How bout you bend me over the bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes.“Okay,” I said, smiling. Dad leaned over and put his elbows on the bed. He planted. But it always boils down to people. Sometimes you just have to follow the players, hope to spot an anomaly.”He thought some more, “Hunters say to get as close as you can. Then get closer.”Well, Bobsy had given me a few names. Names of people, over 90% males, who were rumored to work at Nelson-Eamons. Bobsy said, “It’s not definite, but I’m pretty sure most of them are there.”Nelson doesn’t look like a secretive company. They have a website and the principals are listed. Even a public mission. I asked if I could join in and the woman agreed. The African brother positioned himself behind the curvy woman grabbing a condom and lube and started fucking her doggy style, I laid on a bed and positioned myself in front of her so she could suck my dick as she was being taken from behind. She had great oral skills and she quickly took my dick in her mouth and twirled around her tongue while she worked her hands up and down the my black shaft. The African brother continued to pound away at her.