The name is Kyle Jamal Francisco. My close friends and favorite family members call me K.J. I am the villain of this story. Who am I? In the eyes of the world, I am a tall, good-looking young black man currently living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. What is my profession? I'm a part-time Criminal Justice student at Bridgewater State College and a full-time urban hustler. Does that answer your question? I hope it does. Anyway, I have a story to share with you. The tale of a forthrightly bisexual con artist navigating his way through the treacherous waters of life in modern America. Welcome to my world.
Presently, I am dominating and humiliating a sorry excuse for a bitch who has made the mistake of crossing me. Louisa MacLeod is her name. She's a five-foot-eight, thick and plump, alabaster-skinned and brown-eyed woman in her late forties. A schoolteacher who approached me one day because she wanted to score some dope. I'm always ready to meet a new customer, so I scored her a bag of weed for a hundred bucks. She only had seventy on her and told me she'd pay the remaining thirty bucks later. I hesitated, but figured, what the hell, right? Louisa got her dope and scurried away.
A week passed and she still hadn't paid me. So I tracked her down and captured her. We are currently spending some quality time in my basement. Louisa is bound and gagged, on her hands and knees. Her plump butt cheeks are spread wide open. I am holding onto a three-foot-long dildo and slowly sliding its tip into Louisa's asshole. Why is it that big women have such tight assholes? When I captured her, Louisa threw a hissy fit. I needed to teach her a lesson. When I looked through her purse, I found three hundred dollars. She told me that I could take it all, provided I let her go.