He made his way to Freda's home to see an envelope pinned to the door. Key under the bin, let yourself in, if you are back here before me. I am at wor.... Love you.FThe next week Freda took off from her wartime job as a nursing auxiliary to stay with him. It was a week of unadulterated sex, interspersed with parties, dances and nights at the flicks. Interspersed with nights in the air raid shelter as the Luftwaffe did their best to make life difficult ... It was at the end of the week that Freda. One full load and I was addicted to man-cum. One text and I was addicted to black cock. One evening and I loved being on my knees. One taste of black cock and I was no longer straight. I kept sucking his cock after he quit coming, wanting to retrieve every last drop of cum and not sure what I was supposed to do once his juicy creamy cock left my lips. What was the etiquette for what to say or do after your black donor had finished? I was pretty sure it wasn't soft caresses and languid pillow. Sometime later, she woke up with her skirts up and her slit leaking Doctor Handel’s liquid essence as proof positive that the hypnosis worked quite well despite her conviction she was totally immune.He had implanted a system of checks and balances in her mind that precluded the inclination to walk in her sleep and it worked like a charm until that sultry autumn night when she had an itch between her legs that could not be denied.There were some that to this day speculate that the sleepwalking. She smiled as she reached to unfasten his trousers and retrieve his swelling cock. She leaned over his lap and began bobbing her mouth up and down his length, taking him into her throat on every third stroke.Achord sighed, picked up his drink, and took another sip as he watched Frieda work her magic on his shaft. He had enough control to remain detached but interested for the next thirty or forty minutes while he watched her. Frieda had tremendous stamina for cock sucking. She didn't start.