As I read this, I shook my head; I would never write such generic drivel. Nor did any of those descriptors adequately describe the truth about Latoya....Oh she was smart and creative, but her descriptors were a stretch. But I decided to remain silent and continued to read the rest of the letter I was supposedly writing.Lastly, Latoya has become my Black Mistress and I eagerly serve her as the white slut I am. She owns me and I obey her every command.I paused, completely stunned by the words in. The doctors each want to have a baby. Right?”“Right.”“They want me to be the father. Right?”“Yes.”“Do they want me to be the sperm donor, or the daddy?”“Oh. I didn’t ask about that.”“Well, don’t you think that is a good thing to ask? Do they expect me to be a part of their family? Am I going to be ‘Daddy’ to these kids or Uncle Mick?”“I need to know that.”“YOU need to know that? Hell, I need to know that,” I said.“Then after all of that, how do we make the baby? Do we do it the old-fashioned. She also seemed a bit dirty and looked like had been rode hard and put up wet a few times.I was assigned to bathe her. So I did.I started by drawing the curtain so we had some privacy. I made up a bucket of very warm water, and dropped in the soap.After uncovering her, I stared in amazement and the tiny perky body in front of me. Despite all the lines and monitoring equipment, I could not help but become aroused. She was unconcious and restrained which only heightned my excitement. I couldn't. A red handprint instantly appeared. This time she barely flinched. Instead, she moaned louder as he rubbed. Juices were dripping from around the dildo. Smiling, he knew that she was enjoying the spanks. He tapped the end of the dildo, sending a little thrust-like motion into her. Her response was a loud groan and she wiggled her hips. It was obvious she wanted more. “Two,” he chuckled. “Patience. We haven’t gotten to the evidence portion of the report.”He spanked her with the same intensity as.