It was loud and heard as there was immediately a knocking on the door.“Mum, are you OK?”It was John.“Yes, darling,’” I replied. “Just waki...g up. Why did you ask?”“I heard you moan and there were other noises, too. I was worried.” John answered.“I’m fine, darling,” I called back and had to stifle another moan as another wad of spunk shot into me. “Tired. I got in very late. I ‘m going to lie in for a while. I might even go back to sleep.”“I’ve cooked you some breakfast, mum.”It was Paul.“As. Jamal was different from a lot of blacks I had known. He didn’t have an “attitude.” He wasn’t trying to prove anything. Certainly not to me. And if a white woman crossed our path, and she was particularly hot or slutty, Jamal felt totally free to make some comment on her, like he would love to suck on her tits, or feel her nice ass, or get his cock up inside her. Hell, I was saying the same kind of things about white and black women. It worked both ways.One day, a group of three young white. Did I mention that I am also a closet bondage freak? I have several sets of handcuffs and a spreader bar and chrome plated chains and three different kinds of ball gags and, of course, two high quality timer locks. The timer locks were the most expensive things I bought, but if you are doing self-bondage you really have to trust that your locks will open. And I always use the two of them in series. What I mean is that they are both set to the same time and locked to each other as well as. .. or, even better, that he wasn’t so easily embarrassed.It was stupid, really. He had no issue pulling his dick out for his teacher to suck while his girlfriend watched, but not understanding an app made him want to sink underground and live there forever.As he watched the streetlights whiz past, he tuned out of the conversation between his girlfriend and the driver, until Claire said something that forced his attention back into the car.“Of course I do,” the driver said confidently. “What.