Why the fuck was I on my knees? He gripped my hair with his right hand and gently pulled me forward. I put up token resistance, but I had fallen under...the spell of Big, Black Cock. (I think I get the whole BBC fascination. I made a mental note to do some extensive research on the topic the next time I was on my laptop.)I reached up with both hands to encircle his beautiful black cock, closed my eyes and leaned in. *THWACK*He smacked my pursued lips with it; "Eyes open, faggot." Yessir," I. I looked pretty good anyway, especially once I'd brushed my eyes with black theatrical powder and glossed my lips black. I replaced the stud in my nose with a golden hoop, which was always kind of a pain. I tended to leave my nose studs, or rings as the case may be, in place for as long as I could. My bottom lip looked cut and swollen from the night before, but not too bad. I remembered Julia, the beautiful Japanese woman, biting me there. And my tongue too. I stuck it out, but I couldn't. Your name is Nico, right?" she asked me, and for a heart stopping second I couldn't think of an answer. "Yes," was all I could think of to say, and then said, "And your name is Sophia. That is a beautiful name. My mother shares it." She giggles, and it sounds like a flute to my ears. "So I remind you of your mother?" she asked, still giggling. I laughed. "No, Seniora. Your name does, but my mother was, and still is, a hard-faced woman." Sophia smiles again, and starts playing with a rock,. Jasmine wore her high heels, a red mini skirt, a thin black shirt and coat. Of course she had her handbag also so she could pay. She paid for two tickets to the Hollywood film, Hellboy II: The Golden Army. The person checking their tickets let them inside."Hey Jass, I could go for a popcorn, make it sweet, and a coke. How about you buy large popcorn and two colas for us," Boris whispered in her ear."Ok ... Boris," she nodded. They queued up at the food counter and Jasmine bought two large.