He was concerned about their age difference, but she said it didn't matter. She loved him, she had repeated. She assured him that it wasn't what you w...re, but who you were that mattered to her.Jim often shared with Missy his many fantasies and she encouraged him to write about them in story form. Many of them appeared pseudonymously on her site, for which she gave him free access.As he got nearer to the turn in the road he turned on the radio. ".Listen for traffic and weather on the eights,. "Martina, would you like to have dinner with me? I mean if you don't have to get home to someone special or something," I asked. "I'd like that very much, Robert," she said. So I stood up and offered her my hand, pulling her to her feet gently. We then walked to the front counter where I paid for our coffee and we left the coffee shop. Martina told me her car was in the shop and she had taken a cab to the coffee shop so that helped with the logistics of having two cars to move around. I took. An' they kept on rapein' me whenever one of them could get hard again. They acted like not one of 'em'd had a woman in years. I don't understand it—they kept on even when I started bleedin' from their constant rubbin'."Anyway, I don't know how many times I was raped, it seemed like a million. It sure was a pleasure ta hang Jesse an' ta see ya shoot them other three. I think I would of been scared the rest of my life if any of 'em wuz still alive. Thank you, my darlin', I needed ta see and do. The guys at the party even commented onwhat a whore I was, how covered in cum I was and how much cock and cum Icould take.I heard Jake say, "I told you this bitch is like a crack whore forblack cock!" I heard others laughing. I was beginning to believe it myself.There I was, in the middle of Jake's living room, sucking black cockand covered in cum. My face, my hair, my chest, my stomach, all covered anddripping cum from all the black cocks I sucked that night. Jake comments,"I told you this.