He was late as usual so she decided to take in a little television while she waited, all she seemed to find were endless talk shows and Spanish soap o...eras, which Tara hated with a passion. Tara had been unemployed for some time now for she'd chosen her family over her career and now remained a housewife as Martin went out and earned the money working for a hospital. Tara had been married to Martin for some time now and had only one child from a previous marriage, her young son Calvin. She. Was it really those strong and muscular thighs, the sway the shorts rode up with each stride, or the thought of what was hidden under them? Was he strong and firm all over, like the muscular body she could see as he ran past?“Stop it,” she chastised herself, "that is getting dirty."But why was she out in her garden each day this week, even though he only ran on alternate days? Weeding little and often was her excuse. Today was a run day and she was there in her tee-shirt and shorts waiting, hoe. Especially if it's wielded by a mean White woman like myself.Like many members of the Interracial Femdom Enthusiasts Club, I was once afflicted with Jungle Fever. I was that White chick who chased Black men like her life depended on it. I would meet them in clubs and take them home for a night of fun. How I loved Black men's bodies and uniqueness. And their amazing manliness. I loved the way Black guys smelled and tasted. And I couldn't get enough of Black dick. I loved to suck it and ride it.. . but the Lord of the Castle has always taken the greater part of the profit from the hides," he told me in surprise."I have no need of the money, but I'm sure that some of those bowmen will want to be talking with you about who gets some of the profit from the hides," I told him. A number of the men had already moved toward the now still forms on the ground with knives out, and there were torches visible at the gates of the bawn, as others came to join them.The man that I had been talking with.