When i got home i text her and said that was a strange meet up, but i was very turned on by her in the purple boots, she replied with yes you need to ...ank don’t you?, i guess i do yes, our texts got hotter as time went on and she invited herself over to see me two days later,i wasn’t sure what i was doing but i couldn’t wait to see her, she was due over about 11 and boy was i ready.A knock on the door and there she stood in skinny jeans with those sexy boots worn under her jeans, and a shiny. You will never be my king. I like white dick. I’ve always liked white men and I’ve always dreamed of white men fucking me. Having Brent pop my cherry was everything I’d hoped for. Being fucked by a tall, gorgeous, blond haired, blue eyed white stud with a big cock is what I fantasize about. My king has a big, white prick,” she said. “White cock rules me and my pussy will rule you. No. You’re not my king. You’re my lap dog. If you want to be a part of my life you’ll do what I say. When I want to. She watched as he gulped it down before reaching for her soda. "Mind?" he asked holding it up. Rolling her eyes she turned back to Harper and resumed talking.Dropping the can below the table, he bent the cup and poured the potion into her soda. It fizzed and popped a few times before going silent. Dropping the cup to the floor, he returned the can and got up. "I gotta go. Talk to you later," he said stepping away. From the entrance of the cafeteria he watched as she took a sip and then another.. No danger of chilly night air getting in to freeze your ass in the winter. It was only after I had retired for the night that I discovered the Chief had included one of the Indian maidens as a candidate to warm me up in another way entirely. I had plenty of opportunities to poke one of the Indian girls when I was working at the nearby U.S. Cavalry Fort to help draw maps for the land department but had kept clear of those females because I had heard so many horrible stories of white men being.