I’m happier with myself than I’ve been in a while. My family was there for me, man, and so were you. I just can’t figure out why you blew us off...like that. One day you were part of the family and it looked like you and Erika were going strong. The next you are with Melissa acting all in love. What gives?”“Have you talked to Erika about all this?” Jake asked cautiously.“Yeah, she was way off base. Maybe she should have talked to me first. I don’t know how she expected anything past a little. "Show me your arms" she said, shuffling closer to her screen. I obliged by rolling my sleeves up slightly, and flexing my bicep for her. She smiled and said "what about those shoulders?" which only meant one thing. The T-shirt had to come off! I stood up and slowly pulled my T-shirt above my stomach, over my chest and up above my head before throwing it on the floor beside me and sitting back down in front of the web cam. I then flexed my bicep again knowing that my shoulder muscles would look. I was lying under him passively until just before he pulled his cock out of my throat. I started to panic when I thought I was going to suffocate. But my struggles were weak. He ignored them. He seemed not even to notice that I was suffocating and struggling for air beneath him for several long moments before he finally pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and rolled off of me.The camera pulled back and for the first time I saw who had been raping my mouth so violently. I was right. My rapist. ”I was frightened and embarrassed but managed to say, “Holy shit, Tyrone, what is all of this? From the looks of all these pictures, you and Marcus must be fucking at least two dozen different white women, and even having a bunch of white men sucking your cocks. Please don’t be mad at me, man, I just noticed that the door was open and was curious.”Tyrone still looked a little angry but calmly said, “Well, Ed, you have become a good friend, so maybe I can share some of this with you. I don’t.