His name was Mister Furkarty and the girls in the typing pool called him Mister Fukky because he was quite adamant that they make no mistakes on his o...ficial correspondence or they would be reported as deficient in accuracy right on the spot. I noticed that several of the girls just smiled and pretended that they were not affected and I was more curious about that fact than anything else being said in the discussion about his elusive management style.One of the less pretty girls from the typing. It takes a lot of friction for two white people to get that close. These black men, so alive with erotic electricity, cut through the bubbles with a touch, a caress, a kiss and the freedom means I can truly touch them. I am like a pampered passenger in a Porsche with an expert driver at the wheel. I know I could suggest a route change, but I never really want to do that. On the other hand, the last time I had sex with a white man, we slogged along a bumpy road in a really old VW, the driver. I knew of the dimensional portals that exist in our world, even back then. And so I led her to one of them and sent her through. She returned a short while later. She told me she left the child in the place that was at the other end of the portal. I later found out that on the next day, she killed herself. I never did find out what happened to the infant's father, though when Dred came to power, I wondered if the two were connected at all. With Lucas coming here through a dimensional portal and. ” “Who does that cunt belong to” “you Sir.” “Therefore I am the only person who should be touching it, unless I say otherwise” “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” “You will be Kitten, follow me.” He walked into the spare bedroom, unfortunately we didn’t have a dungeon in this house, we were in the process of searching for a bigger property so we could build a proper dungeon like Sir wanted. We kept a specially adapted sex bench, Sir had it made to his exacting design. “Strip kitten” I quickly removed the.