He intended to use it like an assassin and strangle her with it. Hisattempt was, for the most part, successful. She noticed his shadow andgot a quarte... turn in before he had her.His attack was swift and violent, as he wrapped the cord around herneck and swung her into the washer so that it hit her in the stomach.Her reaction came late; she was already bent over the washer before herhands got to the cord, which was so tight by then that she couldn't geta grip on it. He had her and her panicked. ’ The instant he spoke those words I felt something in me change. I felt the urge to drop what I was doing and pleasure myself. I gave into it. I dropped to my knees, one hand grabbing my breasts, the other darting down into my dress, snaking its way to my now soaked crotch. I kept rubbing myself for several minutes until simple touch was no longer enough. I tore off my dress, leaving me kneeling there in matching lacy black bra and panties. One hand pushed my bra up and found my nipples,. What can I say? I’m bisexual. And I love black men and black women. I’ve never truly felt attracted to outsiders. To me, attraction isn’t merely sexual. There’s a psychological and social element to it as well. When walking down the street, I get funny looks from people, especially white people, because I’m a big and tall black man. They give me a fake smile, stare straight ahead or avert their eyes when they see me coming. How can I date a white woman or a white man if that’s how they look at. Things progressed and we got engaged. I got no hints that she was screwing anyone else from then on.After a while we got talking about our sex histories when we’d be drinking. She told me about how she met Bill because he was a friend of Jim who she was fucking and it had been a lot like how I met her. That correlated with what Bill had told me. She was never apologetic about her lustiness.When I told her I knew about she still banging Bill before our engagement and it was jack-off fuel she.