" He agreed. Looking at the twelve challenges, I start to feel excited, picturing myself in these situations. I decide that if the opportunity should ...rise, then I will start checking off the list. I should be able to check off at least three challenges, I thought. A week later I had to go over to my husbands friend's place to try on some clothes that his sister had left for me. We were in his basement, where he had stashed the clothes. I started to rummage through the bags, and took a few tops. Refreshingly (so to speak), it revealed that she was still the same red head the divorce had established her to be."I don't know what you want from me. I did that sick video thing, I agreed to submit to your perversions, and now you don't even have the courtesy to respond to me. I've catered to your twisted little power play. Let's get this thing over with."Some questions deserve answers. I composed a reply to her e-mail, proofread it, and hit "send"."Annie: You ought to know what I want from. The only way that Black Daddy can legally deliver us to Black men to pay reparations is if we belong to him. You have to ask him to brand you into slavery I did and so did all the other girls in Black Daddy’s family.”Kimberly couldn’t really focus on the first part of the answer but the second part with branding and slavery terrified her. “But there aren’t any slaves anymore”“You know that white racists owned Blacks for centuries. They captured them in Africa, brought them over in filthy slave. I was totally wild as I tore her clothes and her bra…all she could say was nooooooooo. But it was too late. I by then had made her naked from the top and was eating her lovely melons. She just sighed as I took her nipples, “eat my pussy; tear it today. Fuck it hard; it is all yours” These lines were turning me on more and it sounded as if my manhood was challenged. I got rougher with her and she was now asking me to be gentle but when a man goes cannibal where is the scope for him to be gentle..