He wanted to drive it back into her with his cum blasts, but she held her hips high."Remember, you promised." She said definitely."Yessss," he managed...to get out in a meek voice.He had barely uttered the word and she slammed her hips back down onto his cock, clenching her muscles tightly as she went. He exploded before he was half way into her. She lifted and drove three more times, until he didn't shoot again."Now, what else do you want me to do?" she asked.After they were dressed, Matt drove. I’ve never known another man. Now twenty-five, I’m meeting my first real date. I’m being me, at last. Conversing with myself between stoplights, I rewrote my personal history to justify meeting a man, not my husband.Approaching Michael’s restaurant in Sunnyvale, our meeting place, however, my rationalized confidence dissipated, replaced with timid reality.I’m risking my marriage, family, my world. I should go home. I knew I wouldn't. I was adrift, on remote, led by a yearning set loose,. This began when he was younger 15 when his parents split. His dad was a loud Neo Nazi police officer that told him all about how whites were superior over all races. He also told him about beast Black men and their huge giant cocks."demon dick!" his father would say. "they are really evil because not only do they destroy white women they get them addicted so they don't even want nothing else." Carl believed his dad believed everything his father told him. When his parents split Carl's mother. I blushed. "Yes--I mean, yes, sir." Pete, from now on," he corrected me."Yes, Pete," I replied, "and thanks." There's no need for thanks," he said. "You earned the promotion."I nodded."There's just one other thing."I waited.He hesitated. "Don't take this the wrong way," he cautioned, "but, as amanager, you'll need to dress differently."I frowned. "Dress differently?" No more mini-skirts, for one thing," he explained, "and no morecleavage." If I've been dressing inappropriately--" You haven't..