Not a single person didn’t look over by the door when the man screamed.“Oh, Mister Walker, excuse me.” That was all she said. She stepped around...him, then walked to the hostess stand and said. “Table for two. Name’s Cantley. Charles Cantley. Mister and Missus Charles Cantley.”Louise looked at her, looked at me, looked at Craig, writhing in pain and bitching at the guy, whoever it was pushing his wheelchair, grinned, and said, “This way, Jessie. Hi, Charlie. So, Jessie, how’s things? So sorry to. Now let us enter the young scared mind of Becky to see and feel her life.Personally note: just in case many of my female reader think that I only believe women are put on earth is so they can have babies that not the case. I could not come up with a good reason for her to do what she did so I said that. Again I DON’T THINK THAT!!!!! I looked over at Sherry and still saw how scared she was from the attack. I turned away and stared into my mirror. “Maybe you should go home, I see you at school. I’ve started craving to be dominated, to be made to be a slut. I think that’s why black cock is such a turn on to me now. The thought of a black man taunting me about loving his “nigger” dick just makes me wet, and when I think of one forcing my head down on his cock and filling my mouth with cum I start playing with my clit. I have never been able to let a man cum in my mouth not even Jack, but many times now I have greedily inhaled a black mans sperm and craved more, especially when another. One pair of chairs was in front of each of the two impressive plate glass steel-barred display windows, on either side of the heavy front double doors.I parked beside a nice black Dodge pick-up and got out into the fine fall afternoon. The clean country air smelled fantastic and I could almost feel the remaining colorful leaves up in the surrounding trees waiting to drop to the ground. It was warm enough for me that I pulled the arms of the sweater from around my neck and off my back. I tossed.