Pherson, on the other hand, was the exact complement to my feminine and submissive nature. He was dominant, and rightly so; he was strong, powerful, s...x feet tall—not exactly tall by American standard, but well towered over me; and, though far from muscular like an American body builder, he easily overwhelmed me, his inferior opponent. In his embrace, I felt particularly small, weak and my defeat was fated from the start.Ever since we were married, I had been conditioned by my husband to orgasm. That is just what you wanted and you kiss me deeper, placing your tongue in my mouth and feeling the hotness of me. Your hand reaches up to feel the swell of my breast and you feel my nipple getting harder and realize that I am not wearing a bra under my white shirt. You are no longer satisfied with just touching me over my clothes and want to feel my skin. You unbutton my shirt all the way, and pull it open. Both of my breasts are revealed to you. You have stopped kissing me and are just. My stomach felttight, sickening inside. My wife finally dismounted offhis black meat, walked over to me and told me to giveher twenty dollars. I opened my wallet to get a twentyand she spotted a fifty. She took that instead, givingit to the black man and thanking him for the best dayof her life. We went home, without showering, I ate herpussy and fucked her all night long. Her pussy was still gapping open from her fuck earlier in the day. The next day, I came home to an empty house. At 7p.m.. He felt it start towithdraw and felt fear. He knew without that symbol of hismaleness, he'd lose to the thing in his head. But it wastoo late. Ken's penis was quickly replaced by a vaginalslit in a matter of seconds. A sexual moan escaped Ken'smouth. Ken suddenly regained control of his pain possessedbody."Shit, shit, shit, shit. What's happening? I feel so muchpain. Ahhh!" Ken then remembered the shower. The banging onthe door came back into focus for Ken, but he didn't care.The shower was.