‘What? Since when did Brad Pitt even look anything close to black?’ ‘I don’t care — he’s fucking cute. Hell, if I ran into him, I’d snat...h his dick out his pants faster than that white tramp he’s got for a wife can squeeze a tit.’ Shanice almost felt like bursting a gut right there and then. ‘Mich … please don’t try to kill me this early.’ ‘Alright, my bad. So tell me, how white is he?’ ‘He’s white as white can be … but he’s really nice. You’d like him if you meet him.’ ‘Hopefully I will. So. I was breaking out in a sweat as he sucked me. Oh my, here I’m a white boy and was being sucked on by a black man. My body began to shake with excitement and my heart raced. Then I began tingling all over as I was beginning to shoot my load into his mouth. I whispered, "take it out, please...I'm cumming." He gripped my wrists even harder and sucked me as I spewed into his mouth. He looked up as he swallowed. Then, after looking around, he bent back down and licked me clean. I was dizzy. Mary was still pretty demanding,but I did not seem to mind and basically went along with her wishes.Our sex life changed of course. The low cut front of my corsetsprevented me from getting fully erect, so the only way I could haveintercourse was if Mary removed my corset. That never happened, asDoctor Rosen insisted I needed to wear it full time, removed only for ashort time each morning to shower. While my penis was basically aprisoner, Mary's sexual appetite seemed to increase. Rarely did. At least I can continue enjoying the view. And just like that, a boring lecture became much more tolerable. My iPhone reads 2:03 P.M. as I fly through the turquoise front door of the coffee shop I work at. A place called ‘Studio 9,’ it’s a locally-owned hole-in-the-wall that is severely underrated. The walls are lined with books of all sorts, for all ages. Stacks of board and card games sporadically interrupt the sea of hardbacks. The seating is mismatched but impeccably comfortable, and all.