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Yet, we have devised a machine which may just change your mind. The truth is, a black woman has a talent for waltzing. Prostitutes are funded. The truth is, a gay black man has a talent for telling wild lies. Unfortunately for us, Chatroulette Cutie is a comic. Prostitution has a dark side. We know this and if you think the above stories were racist, well, you would be the first to know that Chatroulette Cutie's background is mixed – black and Irish – yet he is clever and funny. So, I'll get rid of that 'problem' – I work from home because it's what Chatroulette Cutie wants. Sometimes I joke about the fact that Chatroulette Cutie is black and Irish. Or, the fact that he's a communist. I only use the above as a means to get attention. People think, 'Oh Mark is a communist'… and so it goes. We have a problem. How do we get rid of it? Easy.

Well, I've come up with an answer. It involves a bit more than making a joke and, as I said, we have a very real agenda here. (If you think the above stuff was racist, well, you might try it, but trust me, it wouldn't be funny.) Chatroulette Cutie says to me one day, "You need to get back to work." And I says, "Of course." "I want you to work extremely hard for us this week," Chatroulette Cutie says. Chatroulette Cutie says, "Yes, Chatroulette Cutie. Please." I look at Chatroulette Cutie, who's staring into space, and wonder what he'd look like on the outside. Right now, I'm looking into space. So, I shoot him a look and then back. I don't say anything else. I walk over to Karen, who is sitting on the arm of the chair. She gives me a hug and a kiss. She reminds me of how she's always friendly and cuddles me, but knows that she's in charge and she's in charge. She tells me to come over. I do and, unbearably excited, I run over to her naked body.

She strips him and steps away. I stand there looking into space for a few moments, terrified that this is some kind of misunderstanding. I run my hands over her body. She moves her head and I know she's excited. He's close and hard and round and shiny and naked and wet and she sucks him on her tongue. She makes him moan and grunt and beg and they dance and move together. It's all very charming. I close my eyes and mentally, from our time together online, that's when I see. It's a pic of Chatroulette Cutie and Chatroulette Cutie together. Her and Chatroulette Cutie are fucking each other. His hard, throbbing cock feels slick and slippery wetness between her thighs. His hard shaft feels her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue devouring his throbbing shaft. He asks her if she's my boyfriend and she says, "No, you're not." He asks her again, "When did you decide to be my boyfriend?" "A few days ago," she says, "I'm your boyfriend Chatroulette Cutie." "I said a few days ago." I say in a weak voice. "Dammit!.