Mi lamentai e mi contorsi implorando per il caldo piacere bagnato della sua bocca. Lui pigiò le labbra sulle mie palle e cominciò a succhiare e mord...cchiare la pelle morbida facendomi tendere tutto il corpo. La sua mano morbida carezzò la mia asta, il suo pollice sparse il mio liquido pre seminale sulla mia cappella gonfia. Io non riuscivo a muovermi, io non riuscivo a fare nulla se non contorcermi sotto di lui e lamentarmi, afferrando le lenzuola e massaggiando le spalle del mio. ..well, you know," I said."I don't know. You'll need to ask Rod about that," he said.I called Rodney later that night. "Hey Rodney, I met your friend Josh today. I had a question. Did you tell him about...us...about me?" Yeah, I might have mentioned it," he replied."Why would you do that? I don't want people knowing about this! What the fuck, Rodney! This is so embarrassing for me!" I said with a raised voice."You got nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. If anything, you should be proud! Josh. “Brandi, what the hell are you talking about?”“Well, the past few weeks, you’ve been pretty quiet. Whitney, are you okay, social wise?”There was a long pause. “Social wise? You mean me being the only African American here?”Brandi nodded. “Yeah, kind of I guess ... Yeah.”Whitney thought for a moment and decided to give an honest answer. “Just a little tense maybe, but I’m getting used to it. And I’ve locked eyes with a lot of people. People have been open. I’ve never seen any racism. The culture. "Now both of you sitthere quietly and wait for us to come back. We'll only be a fewminutes."The women hopped out and walked to the door. I looked at Jack but foundmyself unable to say anything. He pointed towards the women. I turnedand watched as the door bell rang. A few seconds later the door wasopened by a guy in his late thirties. Agent Fu held something up towardshim. A pink light shone in his face for a few seconds.A woman's voice called out from within the house, "Who is it Tom?"It was.