I could twist your desires and make it so you crave my snot as your sustenance. It was my full intention to make Mr. Indian sex video He preyed on women who felt their value was in being desired by men, that their beauty was a bargaining chip with a dollar value. “Will you excuse me,” I said as I left him sitting there at the table alone and returned to my hotel room, my food untouched, no explanations. More than likely, however, I could never bring myself to rip your newborn, infant child from your arms, still covered with amniotic fluid, the umbilical cord still pulsing with blood, and sell them off like a barrel of oil on the stock exchange, only to make you reproduce again and again and again so that I could sell off all your precious children to pad my bank account. “Bitch, shut up. I apologize. That would only be fitting as my ancestors, who were real slaves, had to endure that and more for generations. For as much as he wanted to do and become all the nasty things I had spoken of, he wanted to see me languishing and luxuriating in wealth and riches while he suffered in poverty even more.
