He was anxiously waiting to fuck with her brain. He wanted to see how dumb she was. He’d flirt with her and see how she responded. He was a dirty...old man after all.~~Lisa walked into his office and stood nervously by the door.“Come over here, Ms. Jasmine. Tell me how you're doing?”“I’ve had some training by Sally who showed me around the office. She’s also shown me the phones and a few of the applications that I need to use.”“I imagine you’ll be a pro in a few weeks. I hope she showed you. I smiled back at him and headed for Shweta’s flat which was two storey’s up. I knocked at her door at 10 PM and found her sweating profusely. With concerned look, I asked her again about her health but she smiled back at me and told me to come in.There I saw a man aged around 50, standing a bit far away in the corner of her room with only a towel and panting for breath and sweat all over her body. I could easily notice his mound over his towel. Shweta introduced the man as Vaibhav, her dad and. He pulled out just in time to leave her upper lip glazed. A beautiful sees string clung from the tip of Mark's dick, to her mouth, and fake eyelash. Collin came in close and made sure he got a great closeup before handing the camera off and switching places. Jack pulled out and sprayed beautiful rope strings all over Janet's shaved little box leaving it caked in white seedy sticky goodness. One of the girlfriends climbed on the bed and exposed Janet's beautiful tits and sucked them for a moment. I continued to get funny looks from white policemen and white policewomen simply because I’m a black man but I ignored these racists. As long as they didn’t try to hurt me or take away my freedom, they could stare all they want. I had better things to do, like graduating college, publishing my books and getting pro-male work done. I don’t know when exactly I lost my faith but I decided to stop fighting for men’s rights. Too many white guys in police uniforms were harassing innocent black men. A.