“Would you do a girl?” he asked. “I hadn’t thought about it, but I would if it was Bonnie!” she said. She was getting wet at the thought of...it. She may need to get him to fuck her soon. They talked some more about how they would seduce her, but halfway through the planning, they were both far too horny. They talked for a while and occasionally broke the conversation up with a kiss on the mouth. She was breathing heavily, and his cock was growing. Soon it was mostly kissing, lips smacking. Then. Hisnipples hardened and his captive cock strained agonizingly in its prisonas he responded to the manly embrace. To make things worse, he teasedthe hapless hero's nipples till his victim felt weak in the knees andclung to him for support."Hee-heeeee!" The Joker's laugh was like a triumphant bugle call as hereleased the changed champion and looked him up and down."Let's see now..." he mused gleefully. "Out on the street like that,you're obviously a hooker. And that coat looks like stolen. From the white boy's perspective, he is committing the ultimate act of submission to the Black bull who he views as not only sexually superior, but also the better, bigger more masculine man. To the white boy, the Black bull is the pinnacle of male masculinity, and by licking up his sperm from his wife or girlfriend's pussy, he is permanently accepting his place beneath the Black bull's sexual power as his cuckold, acknowledging he can never sexually compete with the power of Black cock. It is. Her lips were cold and wet against my palm, and her hands were weak against my chest. I gripped the hem of her top in my free hand and pushed her against the wall of the cubicle, my foot closing the door behind me. I leaned forward to breathe harshly in her ear“You don’t know me.”Her response was perfect. Her eyes flew through a spectrum of emotions: incomprehension, confusion, upset and then fear. Her body became limp. I took the opportunity to latch the door and open my bag.Ball gag. I.