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My dad warned me to avoid the black men when they opened a new refugee camp a couple of blocks away.  For months I listened to my dad's warning, that is until I accidentally met one in an online chat room.  There I saw a black man slowly stroking his long cock, I immediately thought it was fake from the size of it but I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  My body was getting hot and I found myself licking my lips as soon as I saw his thick cum spurt from his cock.   We got to chatting and I found out that he was a refugee older than my father that lived just down the street.  It wasn't long till I told him exactly where I lived and that my parents weren't going to be home all weekend.  I couldn't stop thinking about him as the days passed. I knew what he wanted from me and I found it so much hotter as I waited for him naked.   My heart skipped a beat hearing the doorbell knowing he was finally here.  Opening the door I fo...

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Your Daughter’s Black Boss Dear sir, Your daughter loves her job so much.  I’ll bet she’s never told you, and you’ve never once thought to find out: her keeping plenty of late hours at the office, performing whatever menial task that comes her way.  She’s very dedicated and hard-working.  Always she returns home with a smile on her face, tells you how very great her job is and how she even gets along with everyone there. But I’ll bet you’ve never once thought to wonder why that’s possible. The reason she’s happy, the reason she loves her job so much, is because she’s so much in love with her Black boss.  Your daughter has been working under him as an intern for two months now.  All that time she has done all what she could to capture his eye.  To even see him glance her way gets her blood boiling.  Always ready to serve him his usual cup of coffee even before he needs it; to do whatever task he demands of her.  Even the oth...