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At two XL five in the midriff of the Nox my Mustang quietly drifted backward out of the driveway into the darkness. I had somehow changed into boxershorts and a sweater. I was physically honk as I drove. respective meter I thought I would give birth to block and vomit. The streets were empty. Traffic luminousness were mostly blinking yellow. My fountainhead spun so badly I feared going off onto the sidewalk respective times.

Finally, I manage to get down to the hood. Here everything was across-the-board awake. Bobby's street was active. There were various black hombre sitting on his porch. I could hear music playing from somewhere. The street was parked wide, but his drive was evacuate as usual.

There was a hoo-hah as I pulled back along the house. A very big black guy opened my doorway and led me up the back steps. Bobby came out to the back porch rubbing sleepyheaded center. I remember crying when I saw him. He said nothing, just gave me a strong embracement, a deep sweet kiss, and led me up to his room on the 2nd story. Everything he did was filled with forgivingness.

His room was big and visualize. His bed was enormous. I was an emotional wreck.

I remember him taking off my wearable. He gave me what he called a sleeping pill. I remember the warmth of his body. I remember his mouth. I remember the blackest night with deep phone sleep.

I awoke some long time later. It was daylight. I was completely au naturel, covered with a blanket, lying beside Bobby in his large four post-horse canopy bed. I was resting on his right arm as he lay propped up on several big pillows, looking down at me, smiling, spacious awake. I will always remember the look that came over me ... I was a little fille again. I was safe. There was no one here that would scream at me, condemn me, or ridicule me or spoiled.

"Wow girl, you damn near slept the clock around. It's the middle of the afternoon. Bet your feeling a lot better now."

I moved up a niggling on his arm to attend toward the window.

"How long have you been wake ?"

I asked quietly.

"I've been here for 60 minutes, holding you and letting you catch up on that rest."

He smiled down,

"You really needed some special aid when you got here in conclusion dark, lover. You were at the end of your straw."

"I wondered what the hell had happened to you until I put my questions out to the toughie and started to get back the answers. They tell me that hale Edward Douglas White Jr. world shit on you big time. You had every intellect to me a mess. Guys in building alimony at the hospital put out that a bitch in receipt did you in, big clip. She set the entirely world on you.

You came to the right place. I'm glad you got here without getting hurt. Bobby will always have your vertebral column. I put things together for you right after you got here. I had my guy put your car in the garage so it wouldn't be found and I put the discussion out in the toughie that we want you to have fully tribute here. You're safe. Not even the fuzz will mess with you here. I got it all under control."

I turned on my side to confront him and hugged him so tightly my titty started to respond.

"Bobby you can not envisage the horror I went through and they only know a pocket-size part of the story. I have never seen people so angry. Thank you for taking me in. I'm so happy to be with you, to be dependable from that incubus if only for a few proceedings."

He looked at me with a mock disgust.

"What do you mean ... a few minutes, miss ? Get that minutes stuff out of your mind. A few minutes don't puzzle out it for you. You came here out of a world of shit and abuse that ain't going away. It will only get big, far worse, if you go back and they beat the whole fib out of you. They don't commit a damn about you and you know it. There is aught but hurt for you there, and you don't need any role of their turd ; understand ?"

He hugged me to him,

"On the early face there is null but felicity for you here with me."

He hesitated looking down at me. I could feel loving commitment in every move he made. He was so bear on about me.

He put everything right on the tabular array for me,

"If you think you want More of that shit back family, Caroline, you better go back right now, before all my kindness gets under your cutis. Don't stay and get caught up in all the passion that I have for you or you will never go back. Get up, right now, and head place. I'll have your car backed out and ready by the clip you get dressed and down there. Just say the word."

He hesitated again. Looking at me with the most possessive case look I have ever seen,

"If you stay here now, you are here with me from now on ; understood ?"

The horrible vista in the kitchen utmost evening came flooding back. My dad's furious face ; I had never seen anyone so angry ; my mother crying uncontrollable with disappointment and sorrow.

I lay there cradled in Bobby's loving arm, warm, safe, well-to-do.

Slowly, revolutionary thinking started to come over me. I lay on his arm in ease and security system, but I knew his end words were not an idle threat."If you stay you are here from now on."With that foremost in my mind, I thought through to the most significant conclusion of my animation. There was a bad thing about my home aliveness that I had never allowed myself to count until now. It all became clear as I thought about finally night.

My parent's angriness explained so much. I could not get the loudness of my parent's anger out of my intellect. Their anger had been unbelievable. I had never seen people so distraught. Why, oh why, would they be so furious knowing only what they knew ? So I was pregnant. They thought it was by a blighter class fellow, Kyle. If that were true as they believed, that would not be the end of the world. It happens. It might have called for some letdown on their portion, but nothing like the ampule, mean, treatment I got from them.

It had to be something much more ... something that went far beyond the obvious ... and as I lay there it started to become clear.

There was one and only one account for the terrible anger. Think about it. In all that had been screamed at me ... in all that had been threatened ... there had been one thing clearly missing. I was a frighten off significant miss, but I was still their only daughter, and they had not offered even one saying of business concern or love. They had offered nothing supportive. No compassion what so ever.

There was a intellect ... a very big reasonableness ... and here was that understanding. The entire diatribe had been about them. It was all about the disappointment they were going to experience ... the overplus at the golf club ... the embarrassment in the neighborhood ... the horrific impression this would progress to with relation and their friends.

As I lay there, cradled in Bobby's loving branch, my thinking continued to amplify. All these year, I had been zero but a appearance piece for my parents. As long as I was the cute, well dressed, a estimable student that showed well, everything was grand ; but one damage gradation ( admittedly a very big step ) and I was character non grata. The solid thing was about what a incubus this was going to be for them, what a humiliation for them.

Through the eld I did everything just as they wanted, so I showed well. To them I was just like a pillage cow at the county fair. I had to show well.

Well now their cow was knocked up with big utters and they had kicked her out of the barn into the frigidness. She had embarrassed them. They did not detest me ... they didn't even know me. I was only a show piece and now I was ruined.

I sobbed. Bobby hugged me gently and slowly all the cruddy clobber was pushed from my head by the warmth and promise of his body next to me in this bed. My finish regarding my parents was absolutely right ... I had the settling feeling that comes with a final revelation. To my parents I was nothing but a trophy, but to man beside me I was important in my own right. His concern was all about me. His pursuit was helping me do those things that were best for me.

I hugged Bobby tightly and moved upward to his lips. He pulled me over on top of him, I spread so naturally and he entered me smoothly. My arms went around his psyche and my face went down past his right ear as I murmured with joy. For the succeeding twenty minute of arc I clearly demonstrated not only that I was staying with him, but I was most grateful to be able-bodied to do so.

We finished absolutely together and he kept me on top of him as he hugged me repeatedly.

"Girl, what a way to assure me you have made your decision. That other world will never have another chance to dump on you. Right here with Bobby is where you want to be."

I nodded and tightened my arm around his neck.

"Well, we have lots of sound things we need to get done, Caroline."

He looked up at me, moved upward into my body and I climaxed again in his arm. My legs straddled him firmly.

He murmured lovingly,

"You sure are on board in more way than one, lover."

I nodded and hugged him one to a greater extent time and he responded, arching upwardly to motor me farther up the hill sexually.

Bobby had just climaxed a third meter deep within me when we were interrupted by a cushy knock at the doorway. I rose up and he looked at me warmly,

"That is one of my guys. I asked him to bring a car around strawman and take aim you over to Treys Gallery."

I hugged him.

"I have asked Trey to tattoo a pocket-sized commitment symbol on your cute tummy ... just a dessert little souvenir of this short declaration between us."

It was warm and safe beside him here in bed, but I understood his nighttime incline as well. He was a fuck man with a very kinky tilt. I worked to control my anxiousness and the erotic desires welling up within me. He wanted to deliver me tattooed with some symbolization that linked us together. Tattoos concluding a biography time. A shiver passed though me. I was filled with questions.

I hugged him and kissed his lips.

"Bobby ; how big ? Where ? I ..."

"No query girl ... you have made your determination and I have made mine. I know you trust me completely or you would be headed menage right now, right ?"

I hugged him again.

"I need to hear your speech, girl. Is there compete trust. The unattackable trust that you need to be here with me."He responded.

The erotic effort within me overwhelmed any vexation or interrogative sentence ; hands down.

"Yes, I trust you. I trust you completely.

You can do what you want with me. I am yours"

I shook all over as I considered the level of consignment I had just given this very kinky blackamoor man.

affair went quickly. As I got up he handed me a blasphemous velvet gown from his walk-in closet, nothing more. At the bedroom door a tall fateful guy took my hand and led me straight down the stairs, out the front doorway and into a waiting limo. I sat alone in the rachis. There was a drink waiting in the cup holder. The driver's only Logos were,

"Bobby wants that little glassful empty when we get to 3. Ok ?"

I nodded, he shut the door. I drank everything in one large gulp as the car started down the street. I wanted no chance for instant thought. My parents had dumped me and this man loved me so. I fully trusted him. He had proven he was completely on my side in this.

trey's was a enough looking administration in a landing strip plaza sort of on the edge of the hood. I felt a bit embarrassed dressed only in the blue robe, but the driver circled to the backrest of the building and I slid out of the limo and into the back doorway. I felt happy and woozy already. The deglutition had, had its effect.

Just inside the back room access, I was met by a short heavy black guy with a extensive and ready smile.

He supported me as we moved back through the edifice. With each step I felt more lightheaded. Somehow I expected to. That is why I just gulped the drink in the car.

We ended in a small room at the binding of the Charles Francis Hall, where he half lifted me onto a table. I was on my back. I remember my robe falling open completely exposing me ; at least I think it did. The world went dim. The last thing I remember at all was a buzzing phone as the short disastrous guy bent over me and worked on my lower tummy. So this"symbol"was going to be on my lower tummy. My world went sort of calamitous and brown and my thoughts became happy footling bright colored snip.

It seemed like only mo later when the short cute guy came around the table to examine a broad gold ring that had been placed snuggly around my cervix. In my daze I can only recall him turning it slowly and complimenting his accomplice on a good job.

The whole thing didn't seem to take long at all. Within bit I was in the limo headed back to Bobby's ; although I can not remember walking out to the car. I do remember that once I was seated, the number one wood placed a hot cup of coffee in the cup holder for my recurrence trip-up. It tasted good. As the limo moved along I became more and Sir Thomas More lucid and with that more than and more funny about what had been done on my lower eubstance. Slowly, I opened the front end of the robe and looked down.

"sanctum red cent"

Bobby had said he wanted a small symbolization. well he sure had one. It was his signature tattooed in sour fatal cursive ;"BOBBY ”, about half an inch high, decoratively outlined in red. The writing was centered just above my blonde pubic hairsbreadth. The entire tattoo was over an inch high and five inches long. It was like a gravid pate completely across the top of my pubic region.

An erotic panic brought me to wide-cut reality. It was large enough and bright enough that one could clearly scan it from across the room. It was there for ever More, for the respite of my sprightliness.

For a second awe and a deluge of possible bad outcome flooded my mind, but I quickly covered up with the folds of my gown and all the bad thoughts were gone, only erotic thoughts prevail. I belonged to the quirky, perverted, pimp and I had willingly agreed to his placing this very possessive case symbol on me permanently. This was so weird, so erotic and so dangerous, but it was a small thing compared to the shit I left behind in the whitened world.

Another worked up thought crossed my intellect. This tattoo symbolized I had resigned myself to Bobby and with that I knew I had resigned this pregnancy to his wishing as well. I knew what Bobby wanted, and what Bobby wanted Bobby got. He had been perfectly light from the beginning. He wanted me to birth this baby. It was all over for me. My designation at the cleaning woman's clinic had passed while I was still in bed with Bobby this morn. I had missed it without cancelling. No motive to think about seeing a doctor again about it. They clearly told me it was my hold up legal window to have an miscarriage even with the particular exceptions. My options were gone.

In some agency I felt relieved. I was now going to do one very right thing among all the wrong things. I looked down at my obvious potbelly. It was evident even with the robe. It was early October. I would be having a blackened baby in about five month.

Jamal was going to be a father. We needed to talk very soon. He was going to question what happened to me. He was going to be so put off. My relationship with him going forward was a big terra incognita, but my retiring"relationship"with him was clearly observable and growing inside me every day.

The limo moved deeper into the thug somehow symbolizing for me that the road ahead was unsettled, but my body was now committed. I just had to desire that Bobby would get me through all this.

I was almost back to Bobby's when I realized I was also wearing a broad gold band around my neck opening. I swung a mirror from the incline of the limo to study it. It was a solid band about an in wide with a gold band in the front. It was snug on my neck. I rotated it slowly but could see no way to remove it. There was no clasp, no wrinkle. That second guy had somehow installed it while I was out on the table being tattooed.

It was mid afternoon by the time I arrived back in the hood. I was completely widely awake and back to my pattern self. The limo driver stopped right in battlefront of the theater and opened the threshold as Bobby came down the steps.

Bobby had the most genitive case smile on his face. He reached for my hand to help me out of the car and lead me up the steps to the porch. Just before opening the battlefront room access to the house he reached into his pocket and produced a short gold Chain which he promptly snapped onto my neck ring. His smile was the most genitive expression I had ever seen.

Right there on the porch he released the tie to my robe and opened it. He moved behind me and slowly sensually he turned me around toward the street. He hesitated with my physical structure and the tattoo fully on display and I watched the chemical reaction of the disgraceful cat loitering nearby on the sidewalk, in the alley, and across the street. How possessive can a man be ?

Once satisfied that everyone knew about my returning. He turned me and led me into the forepart room by the short gold Chain. I looked around to see no less than twenty black men lounging around the animation room. It was clear they knew I was coming back. I was immediately the center of attention. A clearly distinct heart murmur grew among them and then quieted as Bobby led me to the center of the room.

The chemical group of blacks all stood as one and closed around us as Bobby opened the forepart of my gown and turned me slowly to show the new tattoo signature to everyone. It was greeted with murmurs, and hushed positive remark. I glanced downward. The dividing line of my blond pubic hairsbreadth with the bright black and red of the tattoo were so apparent.

Travis, the eunuch, came over, looked down at me, and smiled widely.

"Bobby, my man, this is one beautiful art object of art. You done laid a final title on this significant bitch."

He looked at me directly,

"have you looked at your new artwork, Caroline ?"

I could just sense what Bobby would desire me to say. I looked downward over my meaning tummy,

"Yes, Travis. Bobby got me good, didn't he ? It drives me wild."

I answered quietly. An uncontrolled earth tremor passed through my consistency. Bobby's smiling was something to call back.

He began to slowly turn me again. I could palpate dampness. One Thomas More tardily turn with my nightie held back such that I was on entire show and he took me through the group and up the stairs. We arrived at a room I knew quite well.

BOBBY'S INIATION

We walked over together to sit on the edge of the bed. He turned toward me and carefully snapped the give up end of the amber range of mountains up to my neck band. He then let the chain fall down in a loop between my breasts like a objet d'art of jewelry. It really was beautiful ; a unique, very possessive, necklace.

He smelled so good. He looked so Shirley Temple so vibrant. Suddenly a new system of logic invaded my distracted mind. All this activity with Bobby—all his commitment—it was exactly what I needed to get rid of all the angriness and headache from the"former"Earth. That white world was all about my parents ; their champion, and their programme that I had to skin to adapt to. This world was all about me, right now, right here. My form was complete.

The populace of hatred at place was far behind me, now. I was a new person. My decision about this pregnancy had been made for me, and I was tattooed with a commitment to this new world.

Bobby always seemed to be able to read my mind. He looked at me with the most fuck expression,

"Well, Caroline you are fully committed now. All that insane crap in your other existence is behind you. Stand up princess and let me see my lovely tattoo again."

I stood, turned toward him, opened my gown like a theater drapery, and held it open. I knew what was coming. My meaning tummy could not be cuter. I watched as his lips found his key signature. He kissed each letter sentence after time, with his arms wrapped around beneath my nightdress holding me close. Then his tongue began to slowly come down through my melt off pubic hair to find my most tender spot. For the future XX minutes he devoured me. I was bound tightly in his stiff black limb as he drove me out of my scull. I moaned freely, metre after time until I began climaxing wildly and encircled his black kinky school principal to draw him inward even more tightly.

We remained bound together with his total face buried in my sex as I trembled and shook all over. Finally he released me and allowed me to turn over and collapse beside him on the edge of the bed. He reached over to take hold of my enlarged right hand breast and release me to him. I could finger dampness everywhere.

He kissed me sweetly,

"Hey lover, I am going down to attend to some business. We want to savor your new status.

I will be sending up some society to make you happy. Understand ?"

I looked at him with my most incredulous look. He knew where he had taken me. He had done this to me many times before. He had heard my rampage on other men after he turned me loose on them after he did this to me. He had reports from these men after I was finished on them.

He knew he had me out of my idea with lust. He just wanted confirmation ... entertainment ? He loved to hear me confess how practically he owned me.

"Bobby, you own me and you know it. You've driven me wild like this many meter before. I am so ready to do whatever with whomever you want."

He looked at me with that erotic smile and slowly reached down to caress my correct breast. It immediately responded into his paw. He licked his palm and returned it to my breast,

"I have several guy down there that want to descend up here very badly. Do you desire to subscribe maintenance of their needs for me ?"

I smiled and nodded,

"You know I will sir. Just look at me. I will do anything you want and enjoy every minute."

That was it. He was absolutely right. He knew exactly what type miss I was. I knew exactly what I was as well. We both knew exactly what would take place next.

He got up and looked down at me. It was the most possessive case smell I had ever seen. I shuddered with expectation. It was sack up he loved his employment. He knew exactly where he had taken me. He knew exactly what to do next for me. He knew what I would do with whomever he sent to me.

"trade good girl."

I lay nude except for the gown, driven with desire, as he turned and left the elbow room leaving the door candid.

Immediately a very young, very improbable, very thin, very shameful Cy Young guy with a frightened look on his face came in. His eyes were filled with such lustfulness.

I quickly sat up and turned to sit on the side of meat of the bed. I removed the robe. I was completely nude. My sleeve went out automatically to greet him. He walked toward me while removing his shirt. He was rippled, so athletic looking. My custody found his belt buckle, then his shorts, then an enormous ready erection.

I went backward onto the bed pulling him with me. We move upward toward the pillows together. He came over me. I spread to the limit under him.

His weightiness was very lightsome compared to others I had taken, but he was extremely acrobatic.

I was so quick ; so moist. He entered smoothly and my vagina consumed his to the full duration in one warm satisfying relocation. Our bodies came together tightly and his stroke began firmly justly away. Twenty minutes later, with his social unit buried to the limit in my body and his spit buried to the limit in my throat, he came violently.

Once again Caroline broke the principle for a woman of the street. She climaxed with her lover. She had fallen in love.

Dear reader, not a word had been spoken between us, but an emotional attachment had developed so quickly. It was another wonderful unique loving.

After a little relief we continued. We finished wildly together several more times and then he remained on top of me deeply embedded in my body as neither of us wanted this to end.

I felt rubber, happy, and nail as a fair sex. There was no way the painfulness of the Edward Douglas White Jr. world could find me beneath this wonderful creature.

It felt so raw to have him resting between my legs. Time and again he would shudder, drainpipe, and then together we would tremble uncontrollably. Warm, loving tactile sensation flowed between us. It was like we had known one another for class, but still not a Good Book had been spoken.

Sometime later, he kissed me soundly, again and again, and then slowly lifted from my wet body. He arose from the bed and dressed while constantly looking down at me with the most institutionalize expression.

In the semi-darkness our heart locked on one another. His expression slowly changed into a kaleidoscope of satisfaction and will power. My heart was filled as well as my physical structure.

A coercion came over me. For some illogical reason I had to calculate down to see if BOBBY'S could have been erased by all the moisture and the love motions. Can you believe I was relieved to see it had not ? The tattoo stood out brightly in the semidarkness. I was a most possessed young woman -- possessed on all levels.

He had noticed my glance downward to the tattoo and rundle for the first time,

"No question about where you belong, is there ?"

He asked gently touching the tattoo,

I looked up right into his eyes, spread my legs every-so-slightly, and answered with a grin,

"There's no enquiry about where you belong either, is there my lover !"

He smiled broadly and bent down to kiss me.

"You're trusted rightfulness. I belong right there."

I rose up on my knees in the bed and encircled his neck opening as I kissed him. He deserved some additional tenderness and Caroline deserved it as well.

He looked up at me,

"You are very special, girlfriend. You are everything brother could stargaze for."

He very reluctantly turned away, looking down at me all the time.

"My time is up."

He offered.

His expression said everything ; he had come to me with lust ... it was now love ... honest love.

He went out the door and I fell back onto the clean pillows reflecting. My bed seemed so vacuous, my mind needed to be fighting good away to void feeling lonely.

Numbers always work their way into my thought process. At least forty ignominious guys had sexed me during the program I had been on with the"doc"... maybe many more than.

One by one I tried to recall them. As I did, I had to admit I had such hard affectionateness for each of them. Although they might have viewed me as a whore, there had not been one unkind bit. They were lovers and each of them had come to me with a motive and left in dearest.

Then the thought crossed my mind ... I was sealed all of them knew the computer programme was a sham ? It was easy to convince myself that they did.

It is all so complicated. Bobby is really such a good kind guy. He treats me like a princess. Why in the globe would he do what he did to put together the program of misrepresentation, why would Bobby go to all that difficulty ? Was it just the money ? Surely, with all he had going on, he did not involve to do that just for money. Was it just some wild altruistic plot for him ?

As I lay there thinking, a light bulb came on in my question ; there was only one answer. Right from the beginning, in his own way, Bobby had been the good, kind, guy that I now knew and trusted. From the very beginning, Bobby only wanted me to do the right thing.

When his screwball programme was finally revealed I initially thought he was a horrible self centered ponce. But, that was not the case. He really had my sound interest and the well interest of this babe at heart right from the root. He put me through the solid thing because he wanted me to quit seeking dangerous alternatives and remain pregnant.

I relaxed in the bed with a completely new understanding that, for the starting time sentence, aligned everything. I gazed down over my nude body ... my tattoo ... my obvious tummy. Bobby was a full guy from the beginning. I was the one who had done wrong. I was pregnant when he met me. He had to play the bridge player he was dealt. He only wanted what was right.

Was that all there was to it, or was it a legitimate annex of the black man's taboo desires for a white cleaning lady ? There was no question he found such self worth handling my"position ”. I thought about all the fateful men who had sexed me. They all found such a genitive case ego boost as they possessed my body.

As usual my mind moved back to numbers. It was like counting sheep. In addition to all those black guys that had sexed me during the platform, last night alone I had taken at to the lowest degree ten more than lovers ... so I was going to numerate this lovely athletic guy as issue l five. That was a good number for him. What a nice young guy. My, he was big, long and strong.

I had just finished my rumination when another shameful buff knocked quietly on the jamb and slowly came through the open threshold.

He had removed everything in the hall except his packer shorts. He made his way directly to the bed and into my waiting weapons system. He was set, so very prepare. I had learned to let my lover have some freedom as to what they did with me, and much to my surprise he wanted me on top of him. What a soundly estimate. I loved to be on top. I had learned that good afternoon last-place summer with Bobby, when I am on top I can place matter right where I want them to be. I reached down between us and guided a very midst, very hard, fatal male social unit directly to the spot deep within my vagina that drove me dotty. I then slid down along him further until I had him pressing firmly against the two titillating spots at the top of my vulva. He had me ... or I had him ... all three of the natural state spots deep in my body were engaged.

When I was finally in this perfect office, my large bosom were also suspended just above his face. They were filled and a bit of a annoyance. I leaned down close to his ear

"My breasts really call for attention."

That was all I got to say for the next hour. He went to exploit as requested. It felt so trade good. He consumed from one and then the former, all the time gently supporting and massaging with both hired man. My reaction was straightaway but there was still no way he knew how appreciative I was.

I moaned and began a slow grinding flyer on his body. Together we found a wonderful relationship. For the next time of day we dedicated ourselves to taking as much as we gave. He took my suckling and delivered his sperm into my vagina.

Bobby finally came to my room around eleven in the eventide. The door was standing out-of-doors ; it had been receptive all along. He quietly knocked on the door jam and then turned to go back down the steps. At some point my black lover had turned me over and moved on top to relax. The belt was his sign that time was up. Without the knock we would sustain been right here for the balance of the night. We embraced. He came down near my compensate ear kissed me and whispered,

"Wow womanhood, what a fan you are. I have to tell you though, I am not surprised. I knew you would be from that starting time day I followed you when you shoplifted at Mallmart."

My heart jumped. He was one of the guards that originally caught me. I released my weapon system from around him and tried to count into his face. He lifted and looked down with a smile.

"Did you remember me ?"

I brought him back down against me,

"I would much rather commemorate this."

I commented.

He looked down at me with such a loving aspect,

"I am so glad Jamal didn't taking into custody you that day. What a wasteland that would have been."

He hugged me. We kissed again. He slid out of the bed and into his boxers and was gone.

I lay very still, nude, flat on my back looking downward in the semidarkness. My bay window was very distinct and cute, my tattoo was very obvious. I smelled very just, and much loved. My opprobrious fan count was up one more than.

working WOMAN

I was just dozing off when Bobby returned. My doorway was standing open. He walked in, smiled down at me in the bed, and then reached down to crack his gold strand onto my neck stripe. An unmitigated sensual thrill passed through me from read/write head to human foot as he tugged gently on the chain as a signaling to get up and come him.

I stood up and he led me out and down the G. Stanley Hall completely nude. The hall was shadow, but I could see shapes of others moving down at the far end.

Once in his room Bobby took me directly to his bed. He stood for a moment taking off his African Caftan looking down Ward at me all the metre. I purposely make sure my optic stayed locked on his as he moved about and came onto the bed and slew very close to my decent side. His arm went under my neck and we rolled to face one another in a stiff bosom.

Finally, he said something,

"Princess, you are something very special. I knew it from the beginning. As scared as you were that day I met you, you needed sexual attentions so badly and you took me so willingly. That alone told me so much."

He smiled at me,

"All these guys love you. I get the C. H. Best reports. Bobby has a mulct new albumen girl. duad of those guys that were here tonight knew you from before. The Good Book is out. All over the cap there is powerful expectation. You're getting wad of attention as a loving lady. Are you happy with all that ?"

I hugged him.

"Yes sir. If it is what you want for me."

It felt so ripe to be close to him ; to be safe in his house and in his realm, and in his vicinity. All the hatred and screaming was far behind me. Every opprobrious guy he had introduced me too had been so loving—so caring and so echt. I was no longer just a cute display piece to be put on display at the country club in a new springtime dress. I was mortal for the first time in my spirit. I was truly the center of attention.

Bobby reached to his bed side pedestal and brought over a small-scale tube of consistency cream. He started with my base and proceeded to massage and put moisturizer on every in of me as he continued softly talking.

It was quite late, or maybe quite other when he wrapped me in his arms and I heard his breathing turn heavy.

I awoke former morning to the smell of undecomposed coffee and bacon. I was alone in Bobby's big bed, absolutely nude.

Bobby had just come in the door followed by another black guy with a large tray. Breakfast in bed, what a treat !

Quickly I checked and was pleased to learn, Caroline had retained everything that had been delivered into her body last evening. There were no embarrassments in Bobby's beautiful bed. thank goodness because, Bobbie came into the bed and we propped up on big pillows close together to delight breakfast.

Halfway through the meal he pointed across to a garment on his rattan dresser.

"I had that outfit over there brought up for you to fag out today. I think you are going to look like a million Buck in it."

I looked at him and smiled. His aspect had the lustre of controlled rage I expected, but in gain he looked strangely distract. He took a sip of coffee and then continued,

"There are two uncomfortable thing we need to get behind us as soon as we can.

The first is to give birth a get together with that big stud Jamal. I want him to have it off the set up at the hospital blew up in your face and he is going to be a daddy. I also want him to know that you are safe here with me. We want to essay how a lot he really wants to be involved. Not that it matters too much. Bobby has everything under ascendency no matter what Jamal wants. It's just we want him glad. We don't want any surprisal."

I looked at Bobby and said nothing. I knew this was part of the all equation that needed an reply at some point in time, but it was all so scary. I had no estimation how Jamal would react or what would find, but Bobby was right—it was substantially to do it quickly.

He sat in silence a moment,

"The early affair is how to let your parents know you are ok without creating a war. Right away this morning I want my striking to notice out is if anyone has filed a missing mortal report on you. That could be a thorny military issue. We sure do not want anyone snooping around down here looking for you. Maybe what is needed right now would be an untraceable phone call from you ; maybe to you mother"

He went silent pondering.

When the repast was finished, he set the tray outside the threshold and went into the master Bath together. His all Methedrine rain shower was wonderful. There was no way a man could sustain been more attentive to his lady.

A full 30 hour later we returned to the bedroom wrapped in towels. Bobby asked me to stand by the bed for a moment while he went over to the Calamus rotang dresser and returned with a tribal sarong over his arm. It was beautiful in opposing coloring material to what he was wearing. He took my towel and helped me into it. It had a beautiful fragrance and fit me perfectly. It was a slender luxuriant velvet material held in placed by a coloured matching belt ammunition around my waist.

A glimpse in his full distance mirror told me I was gorgeous, but it concealed very petty. My light blond pubic tomentum was not discernible, but the tattoo right above could be read through the garment if mortal really looked.

I slipped my infantry into leather sandals Bobby had brought from the wardrobe. He went down on one knee in front of me to wrap the leather affiliation of my sandals up around my down in the mouth legs. Strange erotic emotions overtook me as I looked down on his blackness. He worked at my ramification slowly while often glancing over at our image in the mirror. He could easily be a royal magnate from some exotic African state with his clean, blond, blue eyed slave girl. A quiver passed up through me starting mysterious in my body. This man owned me.

This all was so strange. I was heroic when I arrived here in the heart of the night. My world at home had completely collapsed into scourge. I have never known anyone to be as furious as my folk music that evening. I arrived here just looking for any port in a tempest. I thought Bobby would put up me some protection, but it would be forgetful condition and at a price.

Little did I know how far he would film all this. In his unusual kinky way this man loved me like no one ever had. Once I understood his motive regarding this pregnancy everything fell into place. I was in a safe loving stead. This wonderful treatment was such an indicator of who he really was. All these other muddiness in my liveliness could be worked out as long as this man was on my side.

I reached down and gently rubbed his shoulder joint as he worked with the link on my turn down legs.

As I did, I became aware that my breathing had turned to panting. Just this one act of sensual loving kindness on his part was all it took to have me so turned on again. There was no way to shroud how I felt about him.

When Bobby finished with the sandals, he stood up, took my gold chain of mountains and led me over to his full phase of the moon length gold framed mirror. I stood looking at my image as he came around behind me still holding the string.

For the adjacent several minutes we stood looking in the mirror. Time after metre he hugged me and enthralled me with platitude. Each loving comment he made took me higher. Bobby knew exactly what to say. He knew exactly what my ego needed to hear. Finally, he turned me toward him, adjusted the top of my outfit unnecessarily, and kissed me.

He smiled,

"Wow, I sure like this getup. You look great in it. This is one of a several things I had sent over here for you to wear. My, you confirm I have honest taste. I know they will all as attractive on you."

He smiled warmly. Looked at me approvingly and together we walked out of the room and down the foyer toward the stairwell.

I felt such empowerment as we left the room. Not a watchword had been said, but I knew I was telephone number one in his heart. My relationship with Bobby had taken on new signification. I had won him over completely. He loved me and I would do anything he wanted me to do. I now realized just how far he would go for me. He willingly took bearing of everything, even the uncomfortable details ... the call to Jamal ... the contacts with my parents.

As I stood there in his embrace, interesting thoughts occurred. sexual love and on-key warmness are mighty dick. Prior to me, Bobby probably thought he had everything, but when I came into his life he realized there was so much more. He scammed me not to hurt me, but to protect this sister. It had to suffer him terribly when I learned about what he was doing, reacted, and returned to the white world in ire. He undoubtedly thought I was gone.

There was so much Thomas More neither of us understood until I returned. Once I returned, I realized all he wanted to do, redress from the moment he met me, was the right hand thing for me and this child. Something I would never give done if left to my own devices. He brought me into his life sentence to handle things the way he wanted and protect this baby.

When I came back, I brought with me something he had never had before ... true up affection and loyalty ... and it was obvious he now realized how much that added to his life.

There was such a bond between us, such a mutual need for one another. I followed him out the door and toward the stairwell. I felt beautiful.

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With Bobby it was never going to be routine or boring. Once down the steps Bobby led me to the large front man elbow room. It was already early afternoon and three black guys were lounging on pillows over in the niche smoking from a small bong. The room was dark as usual and the normal Lou Rawls music could be heard in the background. Bobby stopped just inside the door,

"Lover, I want to run back up to my position and make a mates calls. I want to get grip of Jamal right away if can. It won't make it better to wait longer. I have no mind how he'll react when he learns you are here with me and still knocked up. That good son-of-a-bitch may have a brick, but I want to wield it right away. I don't want him learning you're here from somebody else and coming down in the centre of the night."

We sat down together on a love arse just inside the door.

"I want everything rightfulness with that big guy. One thing we got going for us is his pride. I have never talked with a prouder nigra than when he called me from Mallmart that day and ask me to get involved. You probably didn't notice, but he was glowing with pride when he introduced us. I sure can't blame him. He had the most beautiful youth white young lady carrying his child. What he had done to you was making him the hoagy of Mallmart and the hood, but he was scared. He was scared, very scared and his fright had overcome his pride for a while. Right then he wanted out of the unharmed affair. He thought I would open the escape threshold for him.

Now the question is how proud will he be when he learns matter have moved along and you are going to reach him a daddy ?"

He grinned widely. I could sense his excitement. Bobby loved a good game.

"Right now I want you to go over there and drop some time with those guys while I call your big black stock breeder. translate what I want you to do in there, Caroline. Just light their fires, nada more. Bobby wants you off limits right now. Understand ?"

I hugged him closely, and kissed the side of his neck,

"I think I know what you want me to do. Thank you for calling Jamal. I hope thing go full. I love you."

He kissed me and departed back up the hall as I walked across the darken living way toward the men.

I was overtaken with shyness right away. The brusque scrubs Bobby had me wearing became shorter and much thinner with each step across the way. My pregnant stomach and declamatory breasts seemed to be way, out on display. I had a blow over thought to go straight out to the porch couch and time lag until Bobby finished, but I knew what Bobbie wanted.

I had little time to moot alternative anyhow, as a very obscure, Negroid guy had gotten up while I was hesitating and was already reaching for my deal. He pulled me to him and my eubstance responded immediately. All shyness was forgotten.

He smelled in effect. He felt skilful.

He held me tightly, kissed me gently, and started to slowly prompt to the gentle slow music. I could find a very expectant, very firm hard-on against my tum. I let my hand skid down between us and found that he had released this monster as I came across the way. It was right there and it was glorious. He held me closely as my hand enclosed his member. He moaned and an undeniable groan responded from my brim as well.

We danced for just a few minute of arc then he slowed and looked down,

"My, you are one fine young ma'am. I've wanted to get to know you. Bobby said if I came over this morning you would be here. I am the one that got this all started. My gens is Dickson. I work in descent at the Mallmart. That day Jamal called back and told us he had a white fille with a problem. I was the one that put him in touch with Bobby.

I would never throw guessed Jamal was the one who got to you. That fucker is so straight laced."

He continued to dance and sing quietly,

"But, now I understand a lot more. You are one beautiful young lady, for sure and that Jamal is one acute Mandingo. You created a real ambush when you stole that crap. Now I understand how that self righteous bastard went out of dominance when he had to interrogate you. There is no way a black man could pass up a Princess like you."

He moved back a bit and opened the front of my gown further such that he had full approach to my engorged tit. His arms got strong and stronger around me. I knew my lactation was dampening his shirt.

He kept sensually turning us in the darken room and with each crook I was falling more in honey, big clock time. I was climbing"that mountain"every bit as fast as he was. I went up on my tiptoes to kiss him. His mouth parted and I buried my tongue as deeply as I could. He murmured, I moaned. His erecting found a home very high between my bare legs firmly against my sex. I was so out of control. My entire man, my every idea was now down there between us. I moved back just a bit searching for the end of it, searching for what my body needed so badly.

Just then I was brought back to realness as I heard Bobby returning behind me. I struggled to move away a bit from Dickson. The net matter I wanted was to make jealousy for Bobby. Much to my surprise, Bobby came up behind me and gently enclosed me in his arm actually moving me closer to Dickson. The very tip of his member entered me. The three of us turned in unison to the Lou Rawls medicine. I still held Dickson's appendage firmly between the very upper portions of my legs.

Bobbie stepped back and turned me away from Dickson and toward him. He led me away in the semidarkness to the couch. He was quietly talking to me as we sat down,

"I got Jamal first try on the headphone. He had no idea why I was calling and seemed busy, but when I told him I was calling about you he took over the conversation. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. He was sure curious about all that was going on with you. Last he knew he had set up the appointee for you at the infirmary. He thought everything went as planned, your spirit was back to formula in the bloodless populace and you had forgotten all about him. He kind of swept you under the rug after that. The fact that I was still in pinch with you really set him off.

I think that big buck is in love with you girl. He really wants to see you.

He got quite stressed when he started to blab about how you two could get together. It seems he is leaving for national guard training down in straw hat with his reserve unit of measurement. He wanted to be with you before he left, but I didn't commit ; too rushed. I just know he will ask time to settle down once I get a probability to tell him about that cute tummy of yours carrying his offspring"

Bobby stopped to chuckle and look at me with a variety of cockamamie grinning.

"He is one golden black dude, but I never know how things like this will be taken. Anyhow, I did get to tell him a petty bit ; enough to tie together why you are with me. I told him that thing hit the fan at base and you had come to me for protection.

But I could get no further. As soon as I got into the things at dwelling house for you he got pissed about everything that happened with you with your parents, but it seemed like he didn't want to bonk too many more details.

It all ended a bit confusing. He ended the phone call abruptly telling me he was leaving for straw hat very shortly and busy as hell. He may be going back on active duty. With all that, I never got the right moment to tell him he was going to be a pappa. I think he has concluded you went ahead with the infirmary and your folks found out and throw you out after it was done.

Anyhow, don't you worry about thing ; he's going to be in another area. You don't need Jamal. You got it all right here.

Everything will precipitate into place. Right now you just go back to enjoying things. I just wanted you to cognise I caught up with him ..."

With that Bobby turned to Dickson,

"Hey man, are you ready to come with me and sing about things a bit ?"

Dickson nodded and the two of them turned and left the elbow room leaving me standing in the middle of the floor with my tenuous gown encompassing open.

That was enough to deal my judgment back to the music and the men. I turned slowly toward the two remaining Guy only to happen one was already crossing the room toward me. There was not even time to come together my gown.

We never missed a beat of the music. His limb encircled me firmly under the gown. My arms went up around his neck, and I found his sizable sass parted ready to meet my kiss.

Within minutes I was out of my judgement with desire for this guy. He was shortsighted like Dickson. His erection pressed against me just below my protruding stomach. He moved back ... lifted me slightly and mounted me on it. In one placid move it went into me as we moved to the euphony.

I knew this was wrong. Bobby had been very explicit, but his substantial arms held me tightly ... we turned twice ... and he exploded deep within me. I moaned, constricted around him so tightly he had to contend to draw off and rejoin to dancing.

Once we were slowly moving in a circle again, he brought his lips close to my right-hand ear,

"Finally ; I just knew there was a way. I have had that grueling on for over four month now, ever since I heard you in the part getting screwed by the big political boss. It went out of control when you came back to Mallmart all knocked up and asked me where he was. I knew what was up.

dungeon your mouth shut about what just happened, babe—Bobby would kill us both if he knew we did that."

He continued another few act and then deposited me directly into the blazonry of the third guy, who I soon learned was another Mallmart employee. It was clear all three of them had been in the shop when I was there both meter. I could only presume they all knew the stallion story. He was all over me right away. He opened my surgical gown widely, found my overindulge breasts leaking down my front, and wanted to do something about them. In the semidarkness he went to his stifle in social movement of me and started to manipulate them with his hands and back talk. Within mo he had them both flowing freely as he desired.

I was standing there shaking with erotic need, when my density was broken as Travis and two early very big black guys came in from the doorway behind me and went directly across to the fellow who had screwed me and was now out of it on the pillows. nothing brings one back to realness quicker than watching the two of them roughly pin him to the storey while the Travis lifted his clump. It was amazing how quickly the knife snapped through the air. One guy slapped a towel over his crouch, another was stuffed one in him back talk, and his muted moan faded away quickly as the two cat dragged him out the back door moaning, while the Travis followed with his tumid bollock in his hand.

He had paid a big Leontyne Price and was just now conscious enough to make love how big. I heard a thud and then all went quiet outside the back door.

instant later, there was auditory sensation behind me and I turned to see Bobby coming back into the room with Dickson. Dickson moved to the pillows and the bong while Bobby came to dissever me from my dance better half. There was an literal suckling auditory sensation as he released from my leftfield breast as I was gently pulled back. Bobby reached over with a smile and snapped the Au chain to my neck set. He held me there restrained by the collar as he turned to my unknown terpsichore pardner,

"You go over there and enjoy that smoker for a piece. You can go along this conversation with Caroline later, upstairs."

He then turned to me and with a ennoble tug led me out of the room, down the hall and up the footstep.

I noted it was already late afternoon when we walked into my way. He led me directly across and turned me to suffer in front of him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached up and opened my surgical gown as I stood in front of him. I thought I knew what was going to happen adjacent, but I was faulty. His back talk and tongue did not go down to find my most sensitive country as was his custom ... instead his right deal came up between my leg and the incline of his hand moved firmly against my vulva. Two swipes up and down and I bent over him with a muscle spasm. He looked up at me with a big smile,

"Feels to me like that Trevor got way out of hand down there when you were dancing ... right ?

I struggled to control myself,

"Yes Bobby, he went way too far while we were dancing, but it wasn't entirely his break. You know me too well to charge it all on him."

Bobby's gentle paw reexamined the area of interestingness. He of course of instruction knew everything before he touched me. Bobby had a one-sixth horse sense about my world that was shivery. He gently rubbed up and down with a most contemplative look on his face. I could say Trevor was in big trouble, but there would have been aught gained, for Trevor or myself, by lying.

Bobby looked up at me very seriously as he continued to force me unfounded with his"interrogation ”,

"That's a badge of good work for you down here, but a tangible job for him. He knew the drill. He knew he had to wait until Bobby gave him the ok before he got close to my sweetheart. All my cat know the routine. They do zip without my license.

Ok, I know in the past times they have never come up against someone so cute that goes so crazy ; but none-the-less they got to exercise restraint ... right ?'

He smiled,

"You are something very special girlfriend, but he should have backed away. We made him pay a big Mary Leontyne Price and he is lucky if I don't kill him."

I was torn up inside,

"Please Bobby don't hurt Trevor further. It was my shift. I knew what you wanted me to do and I lost it. I went raving mad. You know me, lover. Don't blame him ; don't hurt him more ... please."

He looked at me with a smile,

"Ok sweetheart. I have got to larn how to manage this hale thing better. You are a very special young lady, and you need special manipulation, for sure."

Anyhow, don't you worry about Trevor ; he is going to see all of you he wants and he will be ok for you now. He will be your personal eunuch.

right wing now, you go make clean up a bit and get to the sleeping accommodation tangible quick. Dickson is coming up to be with you. You will wish that."

"Yes Bobby, I'll be ready."

The conversation was over. I made a quickly trip to the bathroom to assure as very much as possible of Trevor was washed away, but what he had done was all practice deep into my body and it was there to stay. I washed a bit and sparingly applied a pin-up powder that smell so dependable.

When got to my bedchamber, Bobby was gone but he had laid a new dark purple robe on the bed. It was obvious it was for me. It was very attractive—short and quite from fitting. It was supposed to be held close down with a tie just under my breasts, but with my pregnancy it did not quite pretend it. When laced my cute bay window and breasts still held it open slightly in front. A quick turn in front of my mirror confirmed I looked exactly as Bobby wanted. I tightened my pony shadow more out of habit than anything else, and I was ready.

I had just sat down on the boundary of the bed when Dickson came through the open door absolutely nude. My pith jumped. He looked like an absolute genus Adonis and he was as charged up as any man could be. His heavy on was massive ... long and very thick. He walked straight toward me proudly, with a scandalous grinning on his fateful grimace. organism seated on the bed, my eye were exactly at the level of his hardened, rippled abs. He was a field in Male ravisher, black, shiny and perfectly formed. I reached for his hands to bestow him to me, but he propel my mitt directly to his pig out member and together we brought the tip to my oral cavity. My brim parted and inch by inch he gently began working inward as I continued to sit on the bound of the bed. His hired man went behind my head—mine went around his firm buttocks.

I knew what this was going to be like. I had done this before, but only for a few mo and never sitting on the edge of the bed. This time was to be so dissimilar ... together we quickly put him into my throat far beyond anything I knew a woman could do.

In curt order Dickson taught me I had another unknown and therefore unused erotic pip. He knew just how far to go in my throat. He knew exactly what to do. Twenty six strokes along my tongue ... as my oral fissure out-of-doors freely to his sweetness ... as my brim worked him freely ... then my throat followed ... and then I had a climax to remember. I could feel and taste his cum, but I was so lost in my orgasm that nigh went down my throat unnoticed.

Finished, I went over backward on to the bed and he followed. I was flat on my back with his body senior high school on top of me and his warm phallus still throbbing deep in my throat.

We remained bound together in this fashion as his weightiness came down onto me. I squirmed in rapture pinned in the very drear world of his blackness. What an experience ... orgasm after orgasm ... he came ; I came ; we came together. Somehow we ended up a full half 60 minutes later side by side, still locked together with his head up on the pillows and my promontory still held squiffy to him down below.

Finally, he looked down,

"Woman you are something. I love what you do. I love you. Never, never ..."

His voice trailed off as I moaned and let my tongue work out along him until it found his testicles. Two insignificant moves of the tip of my glossa across his balls and he climaxed one final prison term.

I turned slightly such that my brass was deep in his warm, very frizzly, pubic tomentum ... and we rested, too exhausted to continue. He felt so good, he tasted in effect, and he smelled so sweet and well loved. We lay on our slope ; my branch were still firmly around his stern. I pulled him to me ; he gently hugged my neck opening and shoulder. In a minute I became mindful of his very heavy breathing—he was sleeping soundly. He was beautiful.

My erotic impulsion were so wonderfully sedated. Dickson had led me to a completely new reality of intimate pleasure and satisfaction. His low body which moved slightly with each breathing spell he took. His strong Joseph Black arms cradled me to him so very gently. This was such a loving subservient position. I was so wonderfully relaxed and about half asleep with his social unit now a very big, mild, sweet pacifier.

One by one, I started to chew over on aspects of my life sentence as I lay there. It was a thought pattern filled with queer motion and contradiction about where I was, and how I got here.

I glance down and actually gasped at the website of my enlarged titty and well up tummy.

How in the world did a cute, popular, richly schooling girl ready to graduate and go to a good private college end up in this position ? I was in a bed, owned by a guy who was, without enquiry, a disastrous procurer and yet he could not be nicer to me. He was so possessive. He actually tattooed his name on me. But, he treated me like a princess. He had made me the kernel of a very kinky world. Why was there so much attractiveness for me here ? There was no question these black guys were paying very big to be with me ; so why did they pour out so much genuine love toward me ? Every one of them was such a man, and such a marvelous buff.

On the other incline, how could I answer with so much desire ? I thought I realise passion ... I had always had strange sexual desires ; even as a niggling lady friend. Ok, this role as a cocotte brought that to the surface, but how was it I could truly light in sexual love with each of these guys.

I lay there, gently holding this man with his member still deep in my backtalk, trying to understand why, at some dot in my engagement I fell in love life. How could that possibly be ?

I had now sexed over fifty black lovers and there wasn't one I wouldn't happily do again, and again, and again. Each of them had wanted me so badly. They each poured there life sentence into my Lester Willis Young body and were willing to pay to do it. Did they comprehend, when they were finished that I loved each of them immensely and would willingly throw done it for nothing ? Bobby just charged for what I would gladly do anytime now.

So Jamal, the big Black person guy that started all this, was leaving. In a strange way this was very unsatisfying. I looked so screw exotic and he would go wild if he saw me now. But, I just had to deal with him going. I had no way to get hold of him and no idea what I would say if I did. How would he palm it when he learned I was still pregnant ? Jamal had so often dear and business organization for me. He had offer a plan that would"solve"things for me, but then affair blew up at menage, and his architectural plan was blown up with that.

From his point of view I disappeared. He probably was getting ready for boater thinking everything was back to convention for me. I was back in my white populace getting prepare for college. But he would certainly inquire why I was still in an arrangement with Bobby.

I would be in the back of his mind all the metre he was gone. I was by history. leghorn was the futurity. He would question about me all the fourth dimension he was gone.

But, here I am well along with his black baby and he would not screw. Maybe he would enquire if I was still significant. How would he react to that ? What would he need to do ? It didn't matter ; he was out of the picture. He had military orders to Panama.

I went back to summarizing my situation. That always took my head off of any present problem. I was laying here, half asleep, with a very big black man who I had just sucked to oblivion and now loved very a good deal ... I was knocked up by a another very big fateful guy I loved very a good deal who was leaving the commonwealth ... I was supported and pimped out by another black guy I also loved very very much ... it just went on and on. I had now had sex with so many unlike black guys and thought the world of each of them. Well for now Jamal had to be out of things for me.

I settled on one question. Was there any possibility that Caroline Webster could ever again be satisfied with the dull mundane life in the white world ?

For a momentary moment my mind went to Kyle. Our time together was such a disappointment. What a joke.

Now my biography was a tangled hobo camp of erotic anticipation and it was all in Bobby's world .