His largely hairless underbelly showed the clear evidence of the great cut I'd made, but it wasn't even oozing, and the covering towel was dry and sup...le. When I could bring myself to look more closely I could see that the flesh had already begun to knit around the stitches. He'd have a scar from the cauterizing burn I'd inflicted with the soldering iron, I guessed. Or maybe he wouldn't even have that, how could I know with a creature such as this?And the tail on my wrist once again revealed. Too much money and too much old power at stake. The government is happy to have them out of the game, and off the books. That's all we're going to get."Let it go, Brian. It's time to let it all go..."We would be talking about that at a later date, when my head was clear, because I had to be out on the field now. Jack took his leave and said he'd be nearby keeping his finger on the security teams.Game three was in KC, on a clear, cool night. We were tied at one game apiece and the stadium was. That had nothing to do with me fucking different guys. For me, and though I do love my husband, I've always, ALWAYS loved getting fucked by a big, and black cock; and Mike is neither black, nor does he possess a big cock. So, though I love my husband, my pussy needs a regular fucking, and not by a the run-of-the-mill small white cock, but by a much bigger (and black) cock! Before I met Mike, I'd dated a number of white guys (I had not yet become addicted to BBC in those early days), but I was. Her liking and banging black men doesn't bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over to my house after a day of shopping, guy watching, and of course guy flirting.Stephanie and I sat on the sofa as we talked about our day at the mall. We not only talked about what we bought at the mall, but we also talked about the guys we had flirted with."I saw how those brothas were checking you out over at Foot Locker and also at Finish Line." I said to Stephanie as I giggled."I know right, but those.