Even though it was a warm day, I was shivering slightly. My pussy was wet. My nipples were taunt, clearly visible against the flimsy fabric of my top....ean was cheery and kept telling me how proud he was of me, and how it was my destiny to be a brood mare for black men.I felt that I might throw up at any moment.We arrived at the club at the appointed hour of 5 o'clock.Everyone was happy to see us as I was the main attraction for the evening.We were greeted at the door by the black man, chosen by. General Oswalt handed me a picture of Johnny and a pair of metal tags. The General explained that it was a dog tag, it held the personal information of the officer holding it. I couldn’t understand what was going on. I politely asked the General ‘But why aren’t they with Johnny?’ The General started to explain ‘That’s why we’re here. Johnny was in the Airborne Division of our infantry. The plane he was in was struck by German bombers and crashed over France.’ The General started to place his. And I can almost feel that hot, burning, itching sensation as my climax began to spread out from the roots of my cock, through my groin and stomach and thighs, curling my toes and making my whole body one big ball of fire. “Mom! I’m going to cum!” I choked, expecting her to pull away and let me shoot. But mom kept right on sucking, now squeezing my balls and jacking my cock as well with her hands. I couldn’t stop it now. Struggling to keep from shouting out loud, I just had to let go and let. “Don’t you like it?” I asked.“It’s very good, Eric,” she replied. She picked up her fork and I watched her eat. She appeared to be forcing it down.“Helen -- what’s wrong.”“Nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry you put so much effort into dinner tonight. I just don’t have much of an appetite.”“Is your project at work bothering you?”“It’s not that -- it’s me. I don’t feel well.”“Are you coming down with something?”“I don’t know...” She picked up her plate and carried it to the kitchen and began scraping its.