Another month and I’ll be able to finish this. In January it should be all edited and ready to submit to committee.”“I’m really proud of you, ...iley,” I said. “You’ve worked hard for this and you deserve to get your degree.” I paused for a moment before I plunged ahead. “How would you like to be my girlfriend?” I thought she was going to drive off the road.“Dag!” she exclaimed in shock. “Are you serious? What about all that quid pro quo stuff you keep spouting at me?”“I think we can suspend that. The next time I looked in the mirror I felt savage and ready to strike.With a final kiss to my reflection, I headed downstairs to greet my painslut.He stood in shock as I descended the staircase, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth."Brett! So lovely to see you again! I trust you've follow my instructions for preparation?", I asked. It was almost an absurd question, as my little pet always followed instructions. But men are weak and you never know when they'll disappoint you in their. I sipped a glass of Irish whisky, getting excited about thinking of what those nigger bastards were doing to my little wife there inside.As time was passing, I noticed several black men were entering the room; but none was leaving.I approached the bartender and told him I was going in, just to check on my wife. The guy stepped aside, smiling…So I opened the door and saw my gorgeous wife was spread wide onto a wooden table, being fucked hard by Samuel.The other black bastard, Wilfred, was. She was resting on her elbows with her legs nicely parted: I took in her sparking blue eyes, straight white teeth, fulsome breasts with nipples alert and a puffy camel toe. She really had it all. I bounced the tramp again with more force and her body jiggled with the movement and her eye-catching tits had a perceptible wobble. Thank-you God.“Where’s dad?” was all she said.“Getting beer...he’ll be about fifteen minutes” I said. Then I was processing why I had added it: the fifteen.