I said it was fine and we could do it another time. The next message took me by surprise. She messaged me and said, "Why don't you just come to mine? ...ou won't be disappointed." How could I say no to that? I replied with shaking hands, "Yes," got her address and told my wife I was going fishing with a friend that night. I don't get out much so the wife bought it.The next day went by uneventful until about 6 pm. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a good wash down, trimmed the hair, brushed. We somehow made it to the emergency room where the doctor on call another white guy took one look at me at said loudly enough for me to hear "Oh god why can't these black guys all just shoot one another and die and make this world a better place." and then the bastard tried to start flirting with Lucilla after they had tended to me. From that day on I just tried my best to avoid trouble and white people always. Some of you may ask why I never pursued the matter but I was just happy to be alive. ” Before he could finish his sentence he felt the head of her cock press up against his lips, her grip on the back of his head tighten and her cock thrusting into his mouth. He tried to speak but found himself unable to at the girth of her cock that was filling up his mouth. Both of her hands were on his head now and her hips were thrusting towards his face back and forth, her cock gliding along his lips.He tried to resist at first, squirming, but after about a minute he found himself not. She mind-linked with her loving master and watched while he slept. His dreams were wonderfully violent, usually of his battles, both those he won and the few that he lost.This one, however, was different. He was standing next to her gory remains that first day after the raptors had finished with her. She remembered it clearly, as she'd been dream-walking right next to him at the time. But, of course, he hadn't known that. She didn't really understand the joy that he felt at her apparent death,.