Tim would write when he was ready.The last year had been a blur. Book signings, speaking engagements and photo opportunities with prestigious black le...ders (they wanted to be photographed with him!) came one after the other. Tim was doing two of things that he liked the most, teaching college and making money. As the spring semester wound its way toward summer it was obvious to Tim that the female students looked better this year than ever, particularly Paige Cornet. She was a 5' 9", blonde. Blue's mob let him set the conditions, he was the boss. It was as simple as that.Mr. Blue had a wild idea about taking over the submarine, but I talked him out of it. I think he liked the idea of becoming a pirate and a terror to all New York Shipping. One mention of the Navy getting after him sealed the coffin of that idea. He had no problem shooting plugs, they were all ofay anyway. It took me awhile to convince him that it was not open season on whites. Some of his crew had some salty. The flail cracked on her rump. She gasped in shock. Her body quivered as her rump reddened. Her wings flapped. She tried to lift her head, but Stalker held her arms out to the side. She had no leverage.“Am I your Mistress?” I demanded again.CRACK!She hissed in pain as the golden flogger struck her rump again. Pain exploded across her ass. She squirmed there, her hips wiggling back and forth. I could feel the anger roiling through her. I had to break through her.She hissed through her lips, her. Nancy loved seeing the man masturbating, and her pussy got all gooshy and quivery. She slid a hand into her panties and diddled her cunt."Oh, yeah, I like it when you dig in your panties like that and play with yourself," Mr. Towson said.Chrissie laughed. "Okay, we'll play with our cunnies, and you go like sixty on your peter, sir... really pump that prick for us, jerk off to us. We wanna see you shoot off, shoot all that gook, okay?"What man wouldn't go like sixty on his prick if he had two.