Except I wasn’t in costume. Gay sex I found he had a taste for the rough, and he loved what I did with my nightstick in foreplay. Make me a woman. His revealing a little confusion as well. How long is the working end of that nightstick?”“At least eight inches.”“And you had it—?”“Yes, just about to the hilt.”“And you?”“Yes. Be good to me, you big, black Daddy,” as I pumped her anal canal full of cum.* * * *Terry and I had been polar opposites, but it was a relationship that somehow was working well and developing—up to the point where it was cut off. He was a sunny white and I was a morose black. Mikey had the ball, holding it high, almost out of my reach, and was trying to take it back up court as I checked him close. I hovered between his spread and raised thighs, capturing his eyes with mine, gaging his pain-pleasure, as I worked his channel with the nearly three-inch-thick dildo, stretching him to my own need.
