A Refugee Finds Healing

Again after a few moments I was lying beside her, as she gasped for breath from her third orgasm. Again I whispered in her ear. "Nope. Could not find one spot of dirt. Just found a gorgeous, pure, perfect delicious, sexy black girl."

At first she smiled, then her face changed. She whispered to me. "Mike, you are a kinky bastard. But I feel clean. Let me help you..." She reached down, undid my trousers and put her mouth around my cock. As she began to suck I knew I was going to get the best blow job ever...

That night we each slept in our own rooms. It felt funny, but appropriate. At breakfast she appeared, but with a lightness in her step, much of the heaviness of heart seeming to have dissipated. She smiled and kissed me on the forehead, before sitting opposite me. "Mike..." she spoke gently. "Thank you so much for last night. You have made me feel clean and healed me. I have a favour to ask..."