He walked to the doorway, then pivoted to look at her. "You're not mad, baby... ?" Mad? Of course not. Only dogs and other such animals go mad, anyway... You should know that, husband. You're the writer," Beth said, standing up from her chair and remembering her notebook. She would get it later... "Yeah... well... maybe that's just a subterfuge. I'm really a satyr! You ever consider that fact?" he teased, grinning."Yes... but I don't believe you're anything that a good shower won't cure this. She wanted what was coming. Deep moans escaped her lips as I roughly smeared her slippery juices against the tight ring of her ass. "My horny little slut. I am going to fuck that tight ass of yours. I am going to fuck your ass good and proper. In your country, this would be taboo. But you are in America and here you are my slut. My property. And I want this ass," I said in a hoarse whisper, positioning himself behind her. "Yes Master," she moaned at my rough words. "I am yours. Use me, my. I leaned forward over the cooker sticking out my bum. Tracy said with a giggle," Mmm, you do like it don't you?" I said no more, I was waiting for the exquisite pleasure of a thick cock being rammed up my arse. Within seconds, I was transported to paradise as Tracy shoved the cock deep up my waiting arsehole. Oh God, it was heavenly. As I leaned forward, holding on to the cooker, my huge heavy tits hanging down, I looked behind me at this beautiful girl, her young hips thrusting at my arse. A. The son of an Irish-American father and African-American mother. My father Cullen Henderson is an atheist and my mother Janice Brown Henderson is a lapsed Catholic who turned to Agnosticism. Yeah, those are my parents. They met as students at Northeastern University in the mid-1980s, got married and had little old me. Growing up as a biracial man in Boston wasn’t easy, even though it’s a progressive town. The City of Boston has a long history of progressivism. Deval Patrick, the first Black.