..why did I keep fightinghim? My eyes filled with tears."There there there pretty baby. There there there" As I sobbed, thelove flowed from me to h...m. I needed him, for me, for sanity, fordirection, for love, for life, for everything. That was how it wassupposed to be for girls like me. I was lost without him. Why did Iever think I could be alone?I am his woman, his wife, his daughter, his lover, everything. I knewit, he knew it. Why oh why oh why were all these lessons so hard? . I was in my room, talking on the phone with my dad about his wedding arrangements, when I realized that my escorts for the evening were missing. I made a quick goodbye, and went looking for them.I found them in the couch pit, along with the U's and TK's. The S's were in the security room, of course.Roberta spoke. "We decided, on your last day here, to let you do all of us at the same time."I nodded. "That was very generous of you. If you'll give me minute..." I turned and headed back to my. Although I would take any cock, in either hole, I was becoming addicted to black cock and, bigger ones – dom black ones. I loved everything about them; the way they smelled, the way they treated me, the larger cocks and, mostly, the way they fucked. Having a black guy treat me like a little white bitch, fuck me raw then fill me with his seed was an addiction. It still is.This is about my first VERY big black cock; not so much the length of him but the girth of that cock. There are a lot of. I had control of the situation before I even touched him and I kept control of the situation until he was unconscious. Now he’s looking to fight me on his terms. That’s not going to happen.”“Oh,” John said looking over at Mike thinking that the guy wasn’t nearly as tough as Carl had described him.Mike glanced over at John and said, “You don’t win fights by letting the other guy dictate the time and place of the engagement. Fighting when and where they want to fight you is a good way to get.