Jim's not a tall guy he is only about five feet six or seven inches tall, but he is a strong man. How he had stayed single, I had no idea but he manag...d to keep his freedom. I had been married since I was twenty-one and I was going on my twelfth year of slavery.Now that is not saying that Sherlyn is a bad wife. She is, however, quite stingy with sex. But the slavery isn't even about that, though if I got fucked more it would help. The worst thing is, I see a fine honey in a bar and I can't even. . I...” He struggled to speak. “Did that just happen? Did I just feel that? Did the world just change?”Someone spoke off-camera. The female host pressed her papers into her eyes as she kept crying. The man leaned back in his chair. “I've abused my position here at CNN. I've helped shape the news not to report on it, but to manipulate. I thought it was right. A war of ideas that had to be fought, to destroy those I thought were evil but... but... I saw Him.”The woman nodded. “You're a god,”. We often chatted late night and discuss various matters. But how much days go on he started to keeping interest in me. And started to praise my feminine beauty. About my softness and my soft brown skin. He started liking my soft silky thick short hair. And suggest me to keep it long till my waist. I was really felt badly. I was repeatedly telling him I am not a woman so there is no question of longer my hair. But he insisted me to do that. I was only entertaining him because I was nowhere to go. He groaned as she touched it. It grew even bigger as she stroked it. His cock was very long and still swelling. It was so big, that her mouth was dry by the time she had coated it with her saliva. Cindy began stroking it faster. She slid her hand up and down the shaft. It was fascinating to hold his big cock. It was so hard, that you could hammer a nail with it. Her hand grew tired and she switched, spitting again to coat it. Soon that hand too grew tired and she started using both hands to get.