Not a true story

So there I was, tied to the bed, and she says, “I’m going to change into something more comfortable,” and walks out of the room.  I was already excited, and really didn’t need the help. Then I hear talking in the other room, and was a bit confused, but Little Richard didn’t care.  When the largest black woman I had ever seen in my entire life opened the door instead of her, I was so flabbergasted that it didn’t hit me until it was over that I had just been raped.  And that is why I piss myself whenever I see big black women.

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