I only had a couple of drinks. Why can't I remember his name? Did he give me a roofie? No! I never left my drink. I poured a rum and coke to calm me d...wn. I took a sip of my drink and it hit me, Jerome. SHIT! I may be pregnant with a black baby.My cell phone rang, I picked it up looking at the caller I.D. Whose number is this? I thought. "Hello." "Did my little whore have fun last night?" Shit! I gave him my number. "Who is this?" I knew it was Jerome but I played stupid. "You know who it is. I assumed that people were still around so I slowly made my way upstairs, It was pitch black other than a light coming from Mary’s room, the door was slightly ajar. Towards the midway point of the stairs I could hear a noise at first I wasn’t sure what it even was, a grunting noise and a slapping sound, then it hit me, someone was getting fucked! From the last few steps of the stairs I could see into Mary’s room, she was on her bed, legs on Johns shoulders and he was thrusting away at her. I. I had to keep my special cock sucking lipstick in mydesk so that as soon as he called me I could put it on and be under hisdesk in less than two minutes. All of this practice did get me morerelaxed with my oral skill because, although I still couldn't deep throathis big cock, I was past the three-quarters point. I don't know why, Ihad never in my life even considered anything like this before, but now Iwanted to feel a big, black cock all the way down my throat as my nosewas press against a. I felt something opening up between all of us, similar to what had once happened with Ginny, Con, Eru and I. I pulled in more energy once I could sense the opening and reinforced it. We finished the session with a slow withdrawal, as we seemed to have pieces of ourselves mixed in with each other in odd corners of our minds."I believe that I have, with Dave's assistance, opened a channel to our language centers, reawakening the gift for languages that our minds possessed as infants." That's not.