All done now,? James said, patting her bottom. She felt him doing something with the object shoved into her rectum; she could feel it moving slightly....It was like the dildo jammed in her vagina ? he was attaching the wires to something. But what? And why? After several long minutes, James stepped back and stood up, admiring his handy work. He gathered his tools and placed them in the bag, then carried the bag out of the room, living Kim alone. Helpless. Violated. Unable to. “There is no way that my baby daughter is going out with a nigger coon like you.”Marci was mortified. Her parents were racists just like Kimberly said. She ran back to her room and sobbed her eyes out. Jamal didn’t need to stick around. He had just needed to prove to Marci that her parents were racist. Marci’s mother came to Marci and tried to console her but it was clear that she agreed with her father. “Both of her parents were racists!” Marci thought. Kimberly was right.That night, Marci. I loved what I was doing, and I loved his black cock. I had no remorse or guilt; I wanted this!I needed the taste of his thick cum to rinse away the decaf coffee that had consumed my taste buds. Above all, I wanted to please him. I was hooked, and, at that moment in time, I couldn't care less if my husband walked in and saw what I was doing. Deep down, maybe, a little part of me was hoping for that, I don't know. I was fully immersed in sucking this beautiful, hard, black cock. It seemed like. However, it must be said with spirit, with meaning, or it will only be another set of syllables.In short, the game thrums with magic.The game…The game itself is simple: roll the dice and move your piece, face the consequences of your roll. Above all, DO NOT CHEAT. The game does not appreciate cheaters of any sort, and deals with them very… creatively.However, no matter what anyone will say, the game is not cruel or ruthless. It gives you a chance, but that is it- one chance. It is fair to.