We knew that we would still have each other; just maybe not as husband and wife.Sandi turned out to be kind of a pain in the butt for the first few da...s. She could sometimes be nice but often was rude and obnoxious. There seemed to be a tug of war going on frequently between Cindi and her. When Sandi was dominant, things were never boring, but they were often not nice either. I knew she was going to run afoul of the girls eventually, but they were trying to be nice to her, and ignoring her when. Again, though, the seed was planted in the jury's minds that her amnesia might have been a ruse, so she could pretend like she'd done nothing wrong at all.The judge looked at his watch, and then at the jury."Have you elected a foreman yet?" he asked.They all looked around in confusion."Obviously not," he said. "I'm going to send you to the deliberation room, but I don't want you to talk about the case. Just select a foreman so that tomorrow, when the prosecution finishes..." He looked at. He spent the evening telling me whatkinds of clothes he'd find me sexiest in as I ordered them on my phone.-----When the panties came in the mail I tossed all my boy briefs into a bagand replaced them in my drawer with panties. I wore them every day, inhopes he would find them, and of course he always did.A whole week of mind blowing sex before I even thought to wear the restof the clothes. Getting an idea, one morning I put on an outfit firstthing. A dress with a frilly skirt on it, and pink. We see it for what it is underneath the surface. My being a black man, shouldn't be the reason why you want me to fuck you alone, and if it is then I'm not going to fuck you. You can go buy a black dildo and stick it up your ass, if the attraction of having something of a different color going in and out of you is what turns you on. Sure, it's probably more fun to you having a real person of a different color do it, but save me the degradation and humiliation of having to fuck a racist who.