It looked so much different than other black cocks I had fucked…I had never seen such a monster black cock.I felt my pussy quivering at the sight of...that magnificent piece of black meat.Oliver flipped it to my direction as he continued pumping it in and out ofhis hand, faster and faster. His black stallion size cock now lookingright at me only a couple of inches from my cock sucking mouth looked so inviting. I wanted to kiss it so bad, as he seemed to be enjoying teasing me.I wondered who could. My arms hurt. My head did not hurt. I could stay up so long as my mind was clear. The lines snaked up to distract me from standing, but I like to stand. Standing keeps the men away. They never strike me, they just make me think they will. They always stop before they whip me. Not like the men. The lines are my friends, but they like to make me stronger, so they test me.They were turning yellow. Good, that's their normal color. Maybe we could start talking, soon. I like talking with the lines,. She got up from the desk with a smile on her lips. Good, a chance to get out of the office for a while. Hannah found his address and pulled up a map on the Internet showing the most direct route to his house. She checked out a GSA car and started the short drive to Ron Toomey's house. The traffic was heavy and it took her a hour to get to Ron Toomey's house.When she pulled in front of the house she couldn't tell if he was home or not. She got out of the car and walked to the front door and rang. Mom held my arm as I got a candle. She held me tight as I pulled an old piece of wall to close of the inner entrance from the candle light. I had an old mattress in there and some wood boxes for chairs. Mom kept holding my arm. She looked all around and then blew out the candle. (“Why’d ya do that mom?”) I whispered. She said back: (“…you’ve never danced in the dark, have you.”)I was slow in catching on that she was getting romantic feelings down here. She started dancing with me in the.