”“Okay.”I get to her house and she answers the door sobbing.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“I need money again”“Why, aren’t you working?�...�She began crying, “I was fired!”“Why?”“Well, it’s a long story and I don’t feel like telling all of it right now. I need money, though.”“How much?”“A lot.” she replied.“Ok, well, you know what you have to do, right?”“Yes, yes, fuck niggers, right?”“Right!” “So, you need a lot of money which I’m willing to help you with, but I’m pimpin your white pussy out to black. She reached over and started rubbing her hand all over my cock. Much to our delight, it had some good size. Her other hand reached out to the back of the seat in front of us and pulled out a little blanket. "Will this help?" She offered.Without a word I unfolded it and covered us from the neck down. Now that I wasn't worried about getting seen, it was time to let those melons loose. It was too good to be true, I had both hands full of tits and this broad was liking it. Who would have thought. Before I fully realised what was happening, she grabbed my arms and twisted them to my back. Celia, please for a moment it felt so good I couldnt even be firm could you follow the moves?. Again, no answer. The music boomed, I could now feel my wrists being tied together with a stocking. Celia, stop! – I made an attempt to sound strict. I tried to get up, but couldnt my arms were crossed against the back of the chair with the horizontal piece at the top of it blocking my arms. Celia! – I. There was a moment of apprehension…which to her surprise dissolved almost immediately, absorbed into the pool of serene acceptance which now lay at her core. She didn’t care about anything just then, as she lay on the floor, still shaking with the occasional aftershocks of her climax. He would punish her, yes. And that was as it should be and she was glad of it. As he stood up, seeming to tower over her as she lay looking up at him, she couldn’t help herself: she gave him a smile that held.