”That phone call had taken place two years ago. It spawned Ronnie Pearson to speak to his wife. They were having a dinner of pork chops crusted with...a blue-cheese & green onion mixture along with a side of green beans with g**** tomatoes and almond slivers. There was no bread. They sat at the kitchen bar.“Teresa,” he started that evening. “We gotta do something.”“Like what,” inquired the fast food restaurant manager.“We got all three k**s in college. Money is tight.”“You ain’t gotta tell me. The sounds of his climax drove me into another orgasm. "God... Ya... ya... Unh... Uunnhhh," I moaned loudly as his cock throbbed inside of me, pumping his cum deep in me. I was so full of his cock that his cum leaked out around my pussy lips. Deshawn was content laying on top of me as his cock returned to its limp state. His cum and my cum juices were leaking down my ass crack and onto the bed. I was euphoric with the fucking I had just received. I would never go back to my old way of having. When he was done, she got up slowly put on her panties back up along with her skirt then she turned around and looked into the outhouse like toilet bowl seat, the hole was big enough to allow the room light to illuminate what lied under it. She saw a dirty stinky disgusting ‘man’ without a shred of hair on his whole body. A body more red from the various past whipping bruises than his almost nonexistent unharmed white skin. Blinded, his arms permanently bound in the back with chains linked. I look brazen. I stare up at you with a defiant glint in my eye which dares you to command me more. Once upon a time, I promised you I was worth a chance, so every chance I get. I endeavour to show you that I wasn't wrong. I’m never wrong. "Who do you belong to?" You ask, and I raise my eyebrows. You repeat the question in a sharper but still patient tone and I bite my lip ever so slightly, my head tilted forward, my eyes daring you, but as adoring as ever. "You." I state, as if you needed to.