1. Black history


    Date: 6/1/2016, Categories: Interracial Sex, Mature, Author: jonggu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    explain your difficulties to me. Bring some iced tea for yourself.&#034 It helps for him to be kinder, though I can still hear the authority in his voice, but for some odd reason that in control tone seems to make me feel... safer. It doesn't take long for me to tell him my story. I tell him how rotten Roger has been. The worse part is I don't have to stretch the truth. I tell this man about the money problems that have plagued us and how he ran off with another woman. But I don't tell him everything. I don't tell him how awful it was to be touched by my ex. If he only knew how many nights I had to suffer at that man's hands. And now I share a bed with dreams of a big, confident man - one who knows how to use a woman's body to drain every drop of pleasure from her until she's deliriously limp in his strong arms. I feel breathless just thinking about it. &#034I'd like to look your home over thoroughly, inside and out,&#034 he says standing and towering over me. Ohhh...kay, but why?&#034 &#034It will be at my discretion whether or not we terminate your service. I want to get a feel for the f****y, namely you and the c***dren. Often I get a sense of someone's character by observing her home. Of course if you don't want me to...&#034 &#034No, no, go ahead. I'm sorry. I was only wondering.&#034 I feel very meek around this Mr. Lewis. I suddenly have no trouble imagining that I would submit to any suggestion or command he presented to me. Talk about mixed emotions! I shyly follow ...
    Mr. Lewis around my little house, hoping he won't notice the crayon marks on the walls. He seems to be deep in thought as he stands in the middle of the bathroom. Actually, he's about as big as my bathroom. Then he makes his way back to my bedroom. I don't follow him in. I just watch from the doorway as he stands at my window - only inches from the foot of my bed. It's unnerving to have this man in my bedroom, so close to a place where I touch myself at night. He turns and stares straight at me. I instinctively lower my eyes. Then he quickly approaches me. He invades my space only the way a very dominant male would. I continue looking downward, but this time I see the tops of his shoes, as well as my own. &#034Look at me Mrs. Dimon!&#034 His tone startles me and I immediately look up, slightly relieved to see a faint smile. &#034I'm guessing you have two little girls. Am I right?&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 I answer cautiously. &#034If I decide that a turnoff is required just how are you going to provide for yourself and those babies? Oh, and you should know that we have a cooperative agreement with the water and power people. When they learn your gas is shut off I'm afraid they will be inclined to also terminate their services.&#034 These words are too harsh for me, and I feel the tears starting to come. What am I going to do? &#034The thought of being a parent who can't provide for your little c***dren's basic needs cannot be pleasant, Mrs. Dimon. I'm very sorry but you leave me ...
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