The whole class was drawn into a discussion and Jennifer made the mistake of arguing a point. The teacher told her that she was out of line and was ab...ut to spank her and, to Jennifer's surprise and delight, Paul stood up for her. He objected and the teacher backed down. The teacher said that he understood that Paul was in charge and that he would go along with that.Paul was thrilled. He felt about 10 feet tall after old Mr. Windsor had backed down. He was beginning to get the feeling that. “How long did that go on?” I asked.“Too long,” she said. “Right up till I said goodbye.”Rita unhooked her bun and let her long hair down. It was longer than I’d ever seen, almost down to her butt. We were quiet for a minute when she started crying softly.“What’s the matter, Rita? It’s okay. It’s all over now,” I said.“I feel like such a fucking whore,” she blurted.“You’re not a whore.”“I felt so dirty.”“You’re not dirty. You just had a Black Attack. I guess we both did.”“You don’t hate me?”“Of. You immediately take it into your mouth and suck it for a few minutes, taking all of it deep into your throat, your nose in my pubic hair. As you bob up and down on me, I make you stop and take a picture of you looking up at me, just the head of my cock in your warm inviting lips, and then you continue. I don’t last long this time but before I fill your wanting mouth I pull out and shoot rope after rope of cum on your face and in your hair. It is across one eye, on your nose and lips, on a. ******As the guests started to arrive, Bishop Erasmus was feeling a strong sense of accomplishment and pride. Just the day before he had received copies of the quarterly magazine from the Church of the Black Staff Headquarters in Washington. His story was featured on the cover of the national magazine, and the cover photo was the beaming Bishop with four of his white female parishioners and two of his young black male priests. He well remembered the young journalist, an attractive white woman.