His apartment had been very warm, so like a subliminal 'coke', advert I drifted to the freezer where instead of finding frosted coke, I found his home...made bloody Mary's, and the Vodka worked its charm, as uncle inseminated me for the next two weeks, unabated and unrestricted, flipped and turned, sampled and poked.No one knew I was there, trapped in his sexual quest and in return, all I wanted was another drink. The next time I saw him, was to talk about maintenance for our daughter. Living in. And white women are all too happy to sweep in and pick up the pieces. At the end of the day, it’s the black woman who loses. We need to change our attitudes. Seriously. I was well aware of these things when I approached Gregory Berenson. We had a class together. Criminal Psychology 201. He majored in psychology and I majored in criminal justice. We sat next to each other, which really helped. I saw it as a sign and moved in for the kill. I was all smiles as I began talking to the brother.. Soon, he stands straight, tossing a fairly large strap on at Katie’s feet. “Get it on…” He says to her sternly.Unlocking the cage, he reaches in and pulls the Red Head out by her hair, who is already crying as if she expected this. She gets on her hands and knees, slowly crawling to Katie as she stands there with the large blue dildo strap-on on her. The man takes up a position in front of them and angles them into shots with his camera. “And now, fuck her. Fuck her good.” He says to. As she headed to reception to ask Maria where the kitchen was, her green eyes were sparkling with excitement, and anticipation. Luke sat staring at that closed door. ‘So she wanted to be professional and cool?’ he glanced down at her form again. He just knew that there was nothing cold, cool, or even remotely tepid about Mrs Mandy Jones. ‘Come on Luke!’ he growled softly. ‘It’s not the first time you’ve been around a beautiful desirable woman, you can handle it, you can handle her!’ He ran a.