She hadn’t explicitly told me to wear it that day, but I’d known better than to ignore panties she’d left in my bed. “Oh you’re such a good ...ittle boy.” She murmured, cupping my balls through her thong. “You always know what to wear to make me happy. Will you wear something special for me today? Maybe if you make me really happy, I’ll make you happy when the party is over…” I moaned and just nodded, feeling her fingers trace further between my legs. I’d lost count of the number of times she’d. Undress for me or I`ll do it for you." "Do it for me, Ethel." I took off my shoes but let her unzip my trousers and pull them off me. She removed my shirt then my briefs and I was as naked as she was. "You also have a good figure, Tom, and you seem to have a slight hard-on. You caressed me when I was naked so I`m going to caress you now you are naked." Her `caressing` was to my cock which soon became fully hard. I very much liked what she did. "Now I`ve got you right up, Tom, shall I continue?". As I did, he increased the pressure against the back of my head and pulled me towards him. Before I knew what was happening, he had his tongue buried between my lips and was kissing me like I kissed my wife. It was a short kiss, but a kiss none the less and he finished it by rubbing my head and saying, “That’s my girl!” with a smile and returned to driving. I wasn’t sure how to take that as I’ve never kissed a guy before but then, I did just suck his cock and therefore in a weird way, it. When I was a freshman in college my English professor was a very handsome, very strong, and very dominant black man. I was so infatuated with him. I literally had dreams of him at night and many in the day while in his class. I never revealed myself to him at the time. with all the beautiful women who threw themselves at him. I figured I just didn’t’ have a chance and then one day he picked me up at the end of the day as I walked home. He took me to his place and…he bred me, over and over. It.