Just as Barbie, who had once been, and yet now had never been, Bob Morgan, had wanted, no one now remembered her as anyone other than Barbie. However,...her body had once been that of the witchling Susie Howard. Although reality could have easily moved the witchling's power to any other vessel it chose, it was far easier to leave that power where it was. In order for the witchling's power to given to another, then some logical rationale had to be established to explain the new witchling's. The food turned out to be atrocious, the conversation nonexistent, and the atmosphere too quiet and uncomfortable. The straw that broke the camel’s back came when the husband announced that they had better get going so they could make it home in time to catch SportsCenter, and then he had plans on trying out a new sexual move on his trophy wife that he heard from one of his golfing buddies. She'd had enough! With that she stood up and barked loudly so that the entire restaurant could hear, “Eff. Now start sucking my huge black cock I want you to get your saliva all over it and stoke it making me hard you slut ,how does it feel to be owned by two black bulls knowing we are going to use you as our own private fuck toy . OMG im so fucking horny listening to my black bull talk dirty to me as im sucking his huge cock ,its so big im gagging and choking and ive only got half of it in my throat . . So---you wanna get high”? “Well fuck ya man—and see if I can take that dick”? “Ya dawg—we can go back to my place—it's just 2 blocks.” Kenny agreed, and as we got up from the table, I left a five, and then we headed out the door. As we stepped out into the warm Texas night, a squad car with two cops pulled up curbside. They stepped out, and I turned around, placing my hands behind me, and leaned over the hood of the car. I glanced over at Kenny, just to see the horror on his face. I think for a.