In order to make an omelet, you have to break some eggs. And that's what Fogerty was to me. He was just a fucking egg. He was hard on the outside, but...once you crack his shell, he was all runny on the inside. I'd use a hundred Fogerties for a chance to get Tommy back. My plan had been in the working stage for months now. Most people would have been surprised to learn the lengths I'd gone to in order to have a shot at getting my husband back.FogertyI still had the headache as I pulled onto the. I said why don’t you go try your new clothes on I’ll take care of the room service. Room service came up took the dinner dishes gave me a bag with a set of workout clothes and pantys and a sports bra for her. They also brought up a large chocolate milkshake I walk in the bed room. Sally is sitting on the bed with her face in her hands crying, I asked her what was wrong she stood up and said the jeans are baggy cause I’m so thin. I said we will fix that here drink this and I hand her the. She then leads me around the side of the building and knocks on an unmarked door. Another totally naked black woman opens door and invites us in. She has a collar around her neck that says 'Overseer Bitch'."Welcome to the Ebony Club, where African women come to re-live their slave heritage," she says as she opens the door for us. "Well, what do we have here? Slave Henrietta has brought us a surprise. What a lovely piece of chocolate. Hell, she looks good enough to eat. She'll look just great at. “Oh she definitely is. Brian is tensing up, I know he is about to blow. He is running his fingers through her hair,” Leyla continued.Her hair? Wait, does that mean? Could I be this lucky to hear Leyla describe this while jerking my cock?“Fuck yes I can see Brian’s balls pumping now. He is cumming hard, and I can see her throat twitching. Yes, three swallows and now four, I think she may like the taste of his cum. Brian is relaxing now but she still has her mouth full of his cock. Oh, now what’s.