At least I knew all the guys that fucked me and Rick had talked about it for weeks how much his buddies had enjoyed screwing me.But fucking some black...guy I didn't even know? I don't think so!Rick would not let up, every night when we were in bed fucking he begged me to fuck a black guy, "just for him".I had never had a black man before. Some of my girlfriends had tried it and they all said it was great. They all agreed their black studs had been really well hung and knew how to give a girl an. She recognized Jerry Tomey standing off the the side. She had worked with him when she first earned her gold shield. He gave her a nod as she approached.As she neared the prostrate figure of Ricky Currence, she noticed he looked a little worse for wear. It was dusk but he was seated beneath a street lamp. She could see blood on the man's cheek and a bruise starting on his forehead. But there was anger in his gaze – and defiance.Garvin leaned closer to inspect the injuries. She saw they were. . . nothing. 4. . . . . . nothing. 5. . . . . . nothing. 6. . . . . . nothing. 7. . . . . . nothing. 8. . . . . . nothing. 9. . . . . . nothing. 10. . . . . nothing. 11. . . . . nothing. 12. . . . . nothing. 13. . . . . . . She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, causing the fine hairs there to stand on edge. ‘Please.’ She whispered quietly, begging some other deity for help in the situation. ‘Hush now pet.’ The voice said, now in front of her. She could feel his presence but. He couldn't believe that I was ... you know." I couldn't. Here, I put in one sugar for you."His thank you was returned by warm smile."The upshot is that Bob thinks I should open my own studio." That's wonderful!" You think so?" Without question. Why should you work like a slave for somebody else? You deserve it. Who knows more than you about design and art around here? Are you going to do it?" I'm thinking very seriously about it, but I'm also going to put together a resume. I need to cover all.