She could have pretended that her life hadn't abruptly been turned into a strange kind of hell that she never could have dreamed of, not in her wildes... fantasies.But then Roger spoke, and any thought of life being normal was dispelled."Here," he lisped, and held out an address. "Go here. Talk to the bartender, Kent."He'll help you understand."With that he was gone, slinking out of the room as if he'd been walking on platform heels his entire life. He paused briefly by the underwear drawer, and. A single Black female wrestler on an all-White and all-male high school wrestling team became the team captain. How did she do it? I suppose you’re wondering so I’ll tell you. The Black female wrestler beat all the White guys at their own game. They had the advantage of outnumbering her. They had the so-called advantage of being White. She still kicked all their asses. Their very White and very male asses lost to a Black female. Wow. The only Black male in the United States of America beat all. "What was that honey? I didn't quite get that; can you repeat that for me?" I ram a third finger up your ass and you move your body up and down in protest to my painful invasion. "Relax baby it will feel better soon, isn't that what you tell me all the time?, so then relax because you have a long night ahead of you." I move your cock faster and faster and I notice you’re getting harder as I do this. So I can only assume that you have to like me being in your ass. "Mmm, your ass feels so. But both times, you were there to help pick up the pieces. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. And you're the one who always tells me that causing harm is a lot easier than not causing harm." I caused you harm," he said. "I failed." You failed to stop others from causing me harm, yes," she said. "But you did the exact opposite. You caused healing. That's the harder part, Jordan. That's why the First Lance only leads the armies--because any fool can do that. What's difficult is being a.