But I must have other ideas. You are lying on the bed, spreading your legs."Did you hear me when I said your cunt will get no pleasure tonight?" I que...tion."Yes Sir, but I thought," you stammer."Hands and knees NOW slut," I loudly order.Quickly turning, you get onto your hands and knees. Your red ass faces me, as you look out the window. Feeling my hands grip onto your hips, you enjoy me pulling you back towards me. You moan out as soon as you feel the head of my dick press against your dark. It didn't bother me at all.The cell phone rang after almost a week of doing nothing. If I counted from the days before I bumped into Martin. "Hey Slut," Jen said."My, my shyster what bee crawled into you panties?" I asked."He said to just tell you it was Martin from the Cop Out." she said."Oh and from that you deduced that I am a slut?" I asked."Wouldn't you?" she asked."I guess I would at that. So what is it that Martin wants with lil ole me?" I asked."Someone down there in the North Carolina. I am thinking about getting more comfortable, she said. Go ahead, I told her. She stood, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down, panties too, and tossed them to the other chair.She pulled the sweatshirt over her head, she had no bra on. God she is beautiful, I thought to myself. I pulled my tee shirt off, as well. We were both naked showing each other our bodies. We laughed and drank our drinks. Are black men hung like everyone says they are? she asked. God yes mom, The men that left here,. .. He really was something..." So much for not getting a big head about myself. I let her talk because the days stretched out like the Sahara Desert, and getting through them was my biggest challenge.Then Doctor Abrams gave me the bad news."So ... Little One ... We find you got plenty blood but it don't really like you so much, yes?" He was already waxing poetically. "We find this thing in you that makes not so good much sense. Your heart really strong. Pumps plenty of blood to all the right.