Kutzley was behind his desk, getting worked over by Milliman. "What burns my butt," Milliman said, "Is how something like this could happen, and we do...'t have any warning whatsoever." I gotta admit, they did send us a public notice," Kutzley said. "It was even in the Record-Herald. But, you read that notice, and it really doesn't say a thing. There's not a thing in there that says that the snake is living in the sewer system, that the sewer system is part of their critical interest area, what. I showered and put on a casual long dress that gave a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage (not too much though) to anyone that cared to notice. I slipped on my fancier set of flip flops that had a heel and off I went to the restaurant. I also called my husband to tell him what was going on. When I arrived at the restaurant I half expected Brad not to be there but he was and he smiled when he saw me and came over to greet me (he probably thought that I might not show up). Brad escorted me inside. Black writers strive to bring the Black experience into mainstream fiction and nonfiction, yet can’t count on Black readers for support. White people have always stuck together and supported their own. Black people need to learn to do the same. Take the city of Atlanta Mayoral Election for example. The White female candidate could count on the support of her fellow Whites as well as that of Blacks who have a fondness of White politicians. Remember that historically, Blacks haven’t had a problem. I even decided I wanted to watch him. I closed and locked the door. Then dropping my remaining tokens into the slot, I found a video of a beautiful redhead sucking off her fellow porn star. I unzipped my pants and pulled my raging erection out of my underwear. I pointed my hard cock straight at the hole, arched my back and started to furiously jack off. In no time I saw something that I didn't expect, even after time to reflect, I should have expected it. It was two fingers from the man in the.