A tear formed at the corner of your eye. Looking at you I could see that you were in pain. I knew that you loved me to fuck you hard and all. I could ...ot figure out how come you were in pain and crying. I pulled up and away from you, your hands still having a death grip on my ass. Looking at you I asked what was wrong. You said, “I've never been fucked there before.” Fucked where? I thought. You looked at me and said, “We've never done this before.” I could feel you squeezing my cock and it. ”“Give a man a fish, and he eats for a day; teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime.”“Exactly. And you take into account the person’s situation and their actual needs.”“I’m curious, if a bum asked you for money for food, would you give it to him?”“Probably,” I replied, “though I’d be much more likely to take him some place where I could buy him a meal. If I couldn’t do that, then, yes, I probably would.”“And if he used the $5.00, or whatever, for booze?”“My obligation is giving alms, not. Over the years, I have developed my own distinctive style which is much in demand and I often have to refuse commissions. Otherwise, I would be working all the hours in the day.However, whatever my friends may think, I do not mix business with pleasure. If I did overstep the mark and get sexually involved with my subjects, the word would soon get around, and the commissions would quickly dry up. I make a good living out of what I do and I want that to continue. I might add that I do not find. " She must have responded to that thought, imagining that huge, muscular black guy holding her down, his powerful shaft pressing hard into her, because she became suddenly wet and the whole head slipped in with one push. She cried out, louder than she ever had before, much louder than I ever caused her to cry. Pissed and turned on, I began bobbing the head in a little deeper, but not much - I never realized how tight she actually was. I jerked it in and out of her, fast but shallow strokes. She.