My eyes fly open when something cold and wet drips onto my arm. I laugh when I realize I’m still holding the salad tongs and the bump against the co...nter caused some dressing to drop. Your eyes smile at me as you take the tongs from my hand and toss them over your shoulder while you grab me around the waist, hoisting me up onto the counter and moving between my legs. You lick the dressing from my arm, leaving behind a shiny trail, and I close my eyes again as your lips move from my arm to my. I was shocked! I had written papers before that went against the professor’s apparent position on an issue, and for sure, I knew it meant they’d be a little stricter with their grading, but never had it resulted in anything more than a couple points off of what I thought it should be. I was used to getting A’s, and I had put as much effort and thought into this paper as I had any other.The paper was full of red marks pointing out my “privileged male thinking”, my “lack of understanding of the. Melissa sat up and looked right at me. I just stood there, tears running down my face. I didn't care that they saw me. I didn't care about anything anymore. Nothing mattered. I wasn't even aware that I had left until I found myself walking down the street towards home. I had never felt this heavy weight of gloom before. It was like the sky had slowly lowered until it was resting on my shoulders. The only thought in my head was "I'm such a fool", and I kept thinking it over and over. When I got. My heart began to pound in my chest as he lowered his pants down below his knees. “What do you think of black dick?” Mark questioned. As his long 9 ½” penis began to grow before my eyes, I smiled and answered, “I think that every black dick deserves a sexy young white pussy. Don’t you agree?” Mark stepped from his jeans and leaned towards me. I sighed loudly as he kissed me deeply, his tongue pushing behind my own. He held my head while his tongue danced in my warm mouth. Slowly, he retracted;.