The Back Story on Our Relationship

I’ve been a political activist since the age of eighteen and over the years, I’ve worked on several political causes which is how we first met. The Chicago Police Department had a long history of brutality and violence particularly against minorities. Several high profile cases took place with unarmed suspects being shot to death that sparked public outrage in the late 1990’s and one evening there was a message on my answering machine from a political friend inviting me to a meeting the following Saturday to discuss starting an organization to deal with the issue.When I arrived at the progressive bookstore only three blocks from Wrigley Field, there were already approximately twenty others already there including several long-time colleagues of mine. As we waited for the meeting to begin, the door opened and a young woman with a slight physical disability entered the store and took a seat after pouring herself a cup of coffee. There was something about her that drew my attention immediately. She was androgynous looking and reminded me of the famous Mexican artist and activist, Frieda Kahlo. By the time the meeting began there was an eclectic and racially mixed crowd of thirty five people in the room.The first several people to speak were relatives of young people who had been killed by Chicago police and their anguish was heartbreaking to hear. At the conclusion of the three hour meeting, a vote was taken to start a new organization to not only confront the epidemic of police violence but also attempt to support the families of those who had lost a love one to it. I was asked to be on a committee so while some people left to go home, we remained for another short meeting. One of the other activists Ankara escort on my committee was Barb who during a brief personal introduction go around to others in the group stated that she was sixteen years old and a student at the most progressive public high school in the city.Over the next few months, we planned a dramatic nonviolent protest in downtown Chicago to kick-off our campaign. When the day of the protest arrived, we had almost one thousand people present to participate along with legal observers from the National Lawyers Guild and a group of street medics in the event that something went awry. During the march, the police attempted to keep on us on the sidewalk but when the opportunity presented itself we flooded onto the street despite police attempts to stop us. About two blocks into the march, four policemen made an attempt to arrest one of our organizers (George) whose unarmed son had been shot to death on his prom night. We halted the march, as our layers attempted to intervene, the police became physical aggressive with him and Barb charged into the scene shouting at them to release him.One of the cops threw Barb onto the street and started to handcuff her. I started to intervene when one of our other organizers, Toby stopped me and she said “Let me do it or she’ll be in jail with nobody to protect her!” She then managed to intentionally get herself arrested in order to safeguard Barb in jail. As they were put in police cars, some of our lawyers left in an attempt to gain their release and we resumed the protest. After the march ended, our legal team informed us that the police were attempting to stall them by moving them from one police station Ankara escort bayan to another. Barb, Toby and George were not released until the following afternoon despite TV news coverage of their arrest. This incident proved to me that Barb was someone willing to put herself at risk to protect others which is something you don’t find very often especially if they’re only sixteen years of age!I worked with the organization and Barb for the next two years before leaving for reasons not relevant to this story. We lost track of each other for about three years until one day I received a friend request from her on Facebook. I eagerly added her as a friend and made several comments on her photos regarding how attractive she looked before signing off for the day. The next morning when I looked at Facebook, there was a message from Barb which gave her phone number asking me to call her once I had read it. I called her immediately; we caught up with each other during the twenty minute call. As we were about to end the call due to the fact that she had to leave for one of college classes, she asked if I’d like to meet the following afternoon for coffee at the Mexican Jumping Bean in the Pilsen neighborhood of the city. I accepted her invitation and was excited about seeing her again.When I parked in front of the coffee shop, she was seated in a window seat and she waved at me as I got out of the car. When I got to her table, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips which surprised me. We talked for almost two hours before she asked…“Do you want to come over to my apartment so we can play?”My response was to pick up the check, pay it at the register before walking Escort Ankara her to my car. My sense of anticipation had made my cock hard but it was about to get better. During the short drive to her place, she said…“I’d really like it if you could spend the night with me and do anything you want to me. I also want you to allow me to do anything that I want to you.”It should be obvious, I told her that was absolutely fine with me and then she started rubbing my cock as we pulled up to her apartment building. As we walked up the three flights of stairs, I watched her sweet ass and she explained only three of the six apartments were occupied because the owner was very selective when it came to tenants. As soon as she locked her apartment door, we literarily attacked each other in a state of primal lust. I dragged her to the sofa as she said…“Be rough! I want you to use me like I’ll use you later!”I immediately asked her if she had a ‘safe word’ in the event things became too intense and she wanted to stop whatever might be taking place. She told me “Red means stop and yellow means slow down.” For over twenty minutes we engaged in foreplay that would have had others either running out of the door screaming or calling the police. As we French-kissed each other, both of my hands were locked around her throat as she urged me to choke her harder and I complied with her needs. When I turned my attention to her small tits they were slapped hard, pinched and bitten as she moaned while she fingered herself.I ordered her into the doggy position and told her to stay in place to remove the heavy leather belt from my jeans. For the first few minutes, I used the belt to deliver moderate strikes to her ass but then I picked up the intensity until her ass was a bright red. When I was satisfied with the way her ass looked, it was time to rim her asshole deep as preparation for it to be fucked hard. As I tongue fucked her she kept moaning and saying “deeper!” The deeper my tongue went the sweeter it tasted.