I again told her everything about Helen. Claudette said, “You were right then and even more I want to meet her. She sounds like she could be a true ...riend.”I nodded. “I’m looking forward to showing you off in Atlanta.”“We show each other off, my husband.”We slept happily. A few days later, we went to Sunday school and church meeting her parents for the service and then joining them at their house for lunch. It was delightful as always.It was late in the afternoon when we headed to our apartment. 'Erm, erm it erm Michael, erm is my name, I am sorry, I mean if I disturb you Sir,' he really nervously said!' Haha Nah you don't desturb us, does he Doll?' Bruno asked me in his deep Afro voice.' Oh no, we just sitting here, that's all ain't it Bruno,' I joked with 13" of black manhood throbbing away in my fucked white cunt.'Yeah this little farn Lady she just sat on ma knee, that all it is fella,' Bruno said with effort and grunt as I wobbled about on his shaft, making his spunk fly deep in. He thought for a moment, still looking at the photographs, and then he shook his head. I was still naked, and he put his arm round me and kissed me, and I knew that everything was going to be all right. He looked at the photos again, and asked me why my pubic hair was shaved off in the pictures, while now I had a thick bush. I told him that I shaved it off sometimes for a change, and that Henry had liked me like that.Vincent just kept staring at the photos of me — and also at the ones of Henry. With out a word he grabbed my wrist and pushed me into the boiler room. Since it was still fall the furnace was not lit, the old bastard bolted the door and pulled me farther in to the room. We was back behind the huge furnace when he spoke 'you just a little whore, sucking and fucking in my school when you want to.' I started to speak but he stuck his fingers in my mouth and pulled my face down, I had to kneel or lose my lower jaw. With his other hand, he undid his zipper and fished out his.