Impregnating Sarah Part 8
Charlie stared hard at her highly desirable and essentially nude body slumped in the chair. His erection ached for relief and he knew the other guys were getting anxious to have their turn at this young white woman, too. “Sweetheart,” he began, “that’s just the beginning. And speaking of the weekend, pick a number between one and twenty.” “What? What sort of game do you have in mind?” Sarah asked. “Come on, pick a number.” “Ok,” she said. “How about 17?” “Seventeen it is. ...