6 comments/ 47784 views/ 4 favorites Life's Lessons By: wife2hotblk Confession time...although bare and impregnation get me HOT, out of my over 200 lovers I can count on my two hands the number that I have allowed to fuck me bare. And I have children with three of those. This is the true story of one of the others...not only does it have really hot sex, but I think a valuable lesson about relationships. How about we call him Leo? I met him on-line; a Yahoo chat room if I remember correctly. I had just ended a three-month long distance relationship, which meant I had only been getting cyber, phone and masturbation for awhile. I was usually a pretty safe kind of girl: always meeting someone for the first time for coffee in Starbucks. I mean you hear horrible stories about meeting people on the Internet. But like I said, it had been several months since I actually had a big black cock buried in my hot wet white pussy and I admit that might have made my thinking less than clear. For whatever reason, after chatting for Leo on-line and then on the phone, I did the very unusual thing of deciding to drive to his house; out in the valley...that was over an hour from my east Los Angeles apartment. I grabbed a handful of condoms (girls, when it is important always take your own) and got in my little car for the drive at nine o'clock at night. God, I must have been horny as hell to do something so stupid. When I got there, Leo was everything a girl could hope for, i.e. he was a gentleman and we actually talked a bit...before he jumped my bones. I admit it; he was a tad thinner and lighter than I prefer my men. He did have some very impressive qualifications though; about ten inches of them actually. Not a guy's ten inches mind you: a real ten inches. Enough to hit places most men miss, but not enough to do any lasting damage. I admit it: if cocks were all that mattered in life then Leo has the best I have ever seen. He also knew exactly how to handle a woman in bed. This man, who was one of the kindest and sweetest guys I know, was very much a dominant animal once the clothes came off. Like I said though, while I love the feeling of hot cum (especially black men's) inside of me, I am also a mum. I know the real life responsibilities that come with those choices and I am very conservative about taking those types of risks. I learned when I got accidentally pregnant with my oldest son that people's lives, innocent children's, rode on the risks we took as the adults. I know my condoms too; having worked as a sexual health educator at a major university. In the words of Julia Roberts' character from Pretty Woman, 'I'm a safety girl.' And I honestly abide by my rules, almost all the time, except that even with all my little speech and agreeing to all of it, Leo had other ideas. OK, other thing girls: never leave it to the guys to follow your instructions. Put the damned condom on yourself. Get good at it. Practice on bananas or dildos until you can not only do it right but make it part of the fun. Never get carried away in the heat of the moment, because you have not had big black cock in almost four months or because this particular black cock is way impressive. Take my advice: don't trust him. Now the fact that Leo was actually a rather passionate Aries, who loved taking his white women from behind, doggy style, did not help the matter. In my own defence, I did repeatedly ask about the condoms; between really intense orgasms though. But damn, when you are quite literally getting your brains screwed out, focussing is not easy; even on really important shit like condoms. So I just about fucking freaked when I felt Leo cum inside of me. And trust me when Leo came, there was no doubt about it. We have all read about those stories where you could feel each squirt, but we all know that is rare; but Leo was one of those. Like I said I hold a degree in health education plus I had used natural family planning successfully for over three years when I was married to avoid unplanned pregnancy. So I was very aware of women's cycles, conception and in particular my own body. So it took me all of about thirty seconds to at least put that issue to rest since I had just finished my period, I knew that this particular accident was unlikely to cause any issues. But I also was aware that I needed to get this lover under control and quickly. But that was some really good fucking. So over the next few weeks we fell into a pattern. On the nights that my younger son was with me, Leo would call after I got him to sleep. But on the nights that he was with his dad, I would make dinner, clean up, help the teens with their homework and around eight or nine make that hour long drive; for wild sex. As my mid-cycle came closer I was determined not to repeat the little 'accident' of our first time. There is a very good reason that in my whole life as an adult I have taken the birth control pill less than eighteen months. They give me horrific migraine headaches; two sometimes three times per week. So unless it is absolutely positively imperative that I not get pregnant and I am in a monogamous relationship anyway, then I have always found condoms best. So to make the whole situation more fun and to win Leo over to my side of the argument, I visited a sex shop and bought some really fun Magnums, the ones with ridges. I also bought some lubricant that I knew had an additional ingredient that would make things feel more natural (one of those tingly kinds). I also know that if you put a single drop of lubricant in the reservoir before putting the condom over the erect penis, then it will be more pleasurable for the guy. Actually, my former partner had our son for the whole weekend and my daughter was visiting friends, so as it turned out Leo and I actually had a whole weekend together at the wrong/right time though. Anyway, I wrapped my gifts in a bag and showed up at his house that Saturday morning. I had my firmest and sweetest voice when we once more had one of my long conversations about condoms and how important it was that he follows my rules. And I followed my own advice girls; I put the damned thing on myself. And we fucked with confidence. Now despite supposedly being nothing more than casual fuck-buddies, we were also in the habit of playing house. By that I mean acting like a real couple, cooking and cleaning the kitchen together, running errands, that sort of thing. So it was quite natural for me to throw on his robe and make breakfast together after the hot sex and then eat it on the screened-in patio while laughing and talking. Anyway as breakfast progressed, Leo decided he wanted to take some pics of me; for the nights when I had my son and not around. So we spent about twenty minutes or half an hour posing. Then Leo decided he wanted one of us together. I thought nothing of it. So he sets the timer on the camera, places the tripod to capture the two of us, and quite literally pins me to the futon with his much larger frame. Snap! Then he began to kiss me. That part was very nice, because he was a very good kisser. Then I felt his legs slipping between mine; opening my thighs. I really did try to say something about the condoms in the bedroom; even though I did not want to talk at the moment. But between the intense kisses and the feeling of that really awesome black cock slipping into me, I could not get a word out. I am not going to lie; yes the sex was hot, hotter because I knew the risks we were taking. But I also had serious buyer's remorse afterwards. I was shaking and I think actually so worried that there were tears in my eyes. You have to understand, I had just ended a really intense relationship and I was only looking for a fuck buddy. So this was way too fast for me; even though Leo was a great guy in all other ways. He kept making comments about never getting serious about a woman that had kids because he wanted all his woman's attention. So I admit we were both sending out pretty mixed messages. But the sex was awesome and he was an absolute great guy. For instance, Leo insisted on changing the oil in my car that weekend. After all he said I was putting a lot of miles on it coming to visit him all the time. He also insisted on filling my tank, gas tank (of course back then gas was not $3.00 a gallon), and checking the trees. That evening after another hot fuck, where I did win and we used condoms, we ran out to Home Depot for something. I forget what, but he always took me with him on errands for either the house...or his semi. (I never did get the ride I wanted it in though.) Anyway, as we were walking down the aisle this younger black clerk and I almost ran into one another. I said excuse me politely. But Leo grabbed my hand and stared at the kid; if looks could kill. I did not think that much about the whole thing. Until we got back to his house. He practically threw me onto his bed. He did not even bother getting either of us fully undressed. He just pulled my shorts off and opened his pants enough to get that impressive cock out and into me. Now I admit it, like most women I have rape fantasies...and that afternoon is as close to reality as I ever want to come. I mean his cock was almost brutal in the way that it kept slamming into my pussy. My orgasms were laced with more than a touch of pain, because ten inches is a lot of cock to have slammed into your cervix repeatedly. He was also pretty domineering in other ways; pulling my ponytail and slapping my ass until I knew it was pretty red. And with each really deep thrust, my usually sweet guy kept demanding,"Whose white pussy is this?" I am not stupid enough to argue about just being casual fuck buddies and being free to see other people when my lover is in a mood like that; and is almost a foot taller and weighs considerably more than I did. I knew my line..."Yours." So for the second time during my most fertile time, Leo came unprotected in me. Like I said I believe if you aren't old enough to talk about it you aren't old enough to do it, so I actually talked to Leo about the risks we had taken and I say we cause even if he had been the one in control both those times; I could have...should have...known better after the first time. His response was 'we're adults and we'll deal with it.' I made my point that while I may be pro-choice politically that was not a personal option for me. His answer was a rather stoic, 'good because I would kick your ass if you did.' Obviously, I did not get pregnant, but I did spend the next two weeks more than a little worried about how something that was supposed to be casual had gotten so out of control. My girl friend told me that he was more serious than I was which considering how absolutely sweet Leo was bothered me just as much. I am not into hurting people. In the end, we broke it off when I invited Leo to meet my older kids over Thanksgiving dinner. While I was not sure I was ready for a really serious relationship, I also recognised that I could not guarantee that the same thing would not happen again if I continued to see Leo. So I thought it better to 'normalize' our relationship, before I did end up pregnant. But I suppose the dinner invite was a tad too frightening for Leo who was still dealing with his own demons of being involved with a single mom, so he declined. I was not into mixed messages and being played again after the three months I had just wasted with another man, so I quit taking Leo's call and went for something way more casual where my fuck buddies understood and followed my rules. Then when I had completely given up on men, along came my husband, who showed me that some men were serious about love and commitment...and happily ever afters. Funny thing is that a couple of weeks before I moved to the UK to live with my new husband, Leo instant messaged me again. We got to chatting. Heck with my husband's permission, I even took our daughter (who was almost six months old) to meet him for dinner and a final good-bye. As always, he was very nice. When my daughter started to fuss, he actually took her so that I could finish eating. But I could see that he was wondering about the what-ifs. We talked about things; about how both of us had just been too scared to be honest with ourselves or each other about how we were starting to feel. It was a strange conversation. Because I admit that I love my husband to pieces and although he is not packing the same ten inches; I much prefer his darker skin, stockier build and uncut black cock. But I knew that this farewell was much harder for Leo who was trying to decide if he was really ready to commit to another woman that he had been seeing for awhile. After that we lost touch. Oh, I did promise a moral to go with the hot non-consensual/reluctant and interracial sex. The moral of the story is to be honest with yourself and your partner when your feelings begin to change. You never know what might happen, but it is better to at least risk being hurt than to politely kiss someone you cared about good-bye and watch her pushing a pram with another man's child in it. Life's Lessons (Part Three) Saturday dawns and you instruct the men from the night before to bring "him" down to the dungeon area. You pass the two way mirror and know that inside are Beth and Jade, one of them just waiting for you to slip up, to make one tiny mistake and then he would be hers. You vow to yourself that it will never happen. The sounds of chains rattling as he's brought into the room and you instruct the men to "bring him here" and point at a spot on the floor. Seconds later he's in place, you take the keys from his "guards" and then you're alone. "Look at me" you say in a voice reminiscent of last nights encounter with Jade and his face slowly looks up to see you standing there. He sees a woman incased in a skin tight black latex rubber cat suit. Only her eyes and mouth are showing through the hood she is wearing. The black heels are tall as you almost tower over him and you can see just a little fear but mostly anger floating in his eyes. "My name is Mistress Dominique, you will…." Where is the woman who was brought in with me last night?" "My name is Mistress Dominique and…." "Where is Cheryl?" The sound of the slap resonated throughout the building. His cheek a flaming red he looked stunned as you took his chin in hand and fixed his eyes on yours. "You speak when you are spoken to. You answer yes or no Mistress and you obey my orders quickly or you will suffer the consequences." "The woman Cheryl is in good hands, she will come to no harm as long as you follow my wishes. Do I make myself clear?" The stunned look on his face had been replaced by one of quiet defiance. "I said" as you grab him by the throat and squeeze, "do I make myself clear." His face turning a crimson red you see in his eyes that he will take his last breath before acknowledging you. "Fine, we can do this the hard way if you so desire." With that you let him go and he gasps for a breath of much needed air. You reach up above him and bring down a hook, which is attached to a pulley, latching it shut onto the shackles, which hold his wrists. You walk behind him and with a sharp pull rip his shirt from his body. Walking around you use the key and remove the chain that had connected to his restraints. A push of a button and the pulley begins to take the hook upward lifting his hands up until they are pointed to the ceiling. You let the apparatus continue to do it's job as he is lifted up and his feet are dangling a mere six inches from solid ground. You see the muscles in his back ripple as they work desperately to try and compensate for his predicament. Taking him by the leg you slowly turn him as he spins helplessly while you walk over towards the two-way mirror. You put your most evil smile forward and flash them a look with your eyes. You bend over, pick up a whip and then walk leisurely back over to where he is watching your every move. This time the sound is almost deafening as you crack the whip once and can't help but notice how he flinches. You once again take him by the leg and stop his movement, turning him so his back is directly to you and his face towards the mirror. "Now, let us try again. My name is Mistress Dominique and you will obey me. Do you understand?" and with that the whip cracked across his back leaving a bright red welt where it had made contact with his skin. He jerked involuntarily and you heard the muffled scream that he fought desperately to keep quiet. "My name is Mistress Dominique and you will obey me. Do you understand?" as a second time the whip found it's mark. The game went on forever it seemed. "My name is Mistress Dominique and you will obey me. Do you understand?" Your voice never changed an octave, it was the same every single time as was the punishment. Finally after more lashes than you can count you make your way in front of the sweat soaked creature hanging there. His head is bowed resting almost on his chest. You take the hilt of the whip and put it underneath his chin bringing his face up to meet yours. His eyes are glazed, his body twitching from it's torture and you look at him and say "My name is Mistress Dominique and you will obey me. Do you understand?" A second or two passes and he weakly replies, "I want to see Cheryl" and with that he passes out. You stand there for a moment as he hangs lifeless in front of you and then you take the hood and push it back off your face. Walking across the floor you see Beth coming out from behind the mirror and she says, "Exceptional my dear, you have quite the taste in men. He will be worth it in the long run." Jade and the two guards come up and she tells them to let him down and take him back to his cell. "No", you exclaim as all three stop dead in their tracks. I want him to hang there for at least another hour, then and only then will you take him down. Is that clear?" as you looked directly at Jade who smiled and answered in her sweetest tone, "Yes, Mistress Dominique." That night you saw Kim for the first time since their encounter with Jade. Kim showed you the cane marks across the backs of her legs that Jade had insisted upon her receiving for her insolence. "Mistress Beth thinks that Jade knows best, but I don't" she said after you had told her that you needed her help. Later that evening Kim escorted you to the door to cell two, opened it and shoved you inside. "You've got five minutes, make them count" she said in a voice as authoritatively as she could muster. You stumble in and fall to the ground, your hands shackled in front of you. He tries to rise to help you but the wear and tear of the day on his body is too much and he can't stand. Your hair and dress a mess you crawl over to him and hold his head as he looks up at you and smiles. "Are you alright?" he asks and your heart hurts to see him in so much pain but only concerned about your well being. "I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about. What did they do to you?" He told her of the events earlier that day, at least what he remembered before he had passed out. "My lord, she sounds like an evil woman. You must do as she says." He smiled as best he could and tells you, "I will never let them take from me what is mine and mine alone." Once again you feel the familiar ache of your heart as you see him beaten but unbroken. The door to the cell opens and the voices announces "time up" so you lean over, kiss him tenderly on the cheek and rise to make your way through the door. Kim shuts it, locks it and then turns and unlocks your shackles. As you walk together you tell her of the day and your worries for his safety. "Well then" she says, "You must be even harder on him come tomorrow. If you don't break him their sure to turn Jade loose and he'll welcome death by the time she's finished." You shudder at your friend's words but know that they ring true. Tomorrow arrives and at the crack of dawn you have him brought back down to the dungeon. This time he is stripped naked and blindfolded before he is brought down and put in front of you. If he had been able to see then he would have taken in the sight of the black corset with gartered stockings and boots, which reached halfway up your legs. Your hair pulled back in a ponytail with a black metal studded choker around your neck to finish off the look. "Now where were we?" you say as you trail your fingernails down his back, his body twitching as each nail rakes across the still fresh welts. You walk in front of him and he flinches as you run you hand over his face. "Let's see if yesterdays lesson taught you anything. My name is Mistress Dominique and you will obey me. Do you understand?" Four hours later, you stand there as covered in sweat as he is. You think to yourself, I've tied him in positions that left him screaming in agony, I've marked him with the hot iron, I've clamped him in every vulnerable spot known to me, I've hung him, caned him, I've done everything but kill him and all he says is, "Where is Cheryl?" I'm beginning to hate that woman.... As you walk past the mirror there stands both women, this time though Beth stops you saying, "He's amazing, my dear. Maybe it's time we let Jade try her hand at..." "No" you exclaimed startling the woman with the power of your response. "I will finish this tonight, he will be mine" and with that you walked away. You spent the rest of the day wondering, thinking, and plotting what to do. Later that afternoon you met with Kim and planned one more attempt to try to convince him about what he had to do. You met her in the same spot and she put the wrist restraints on you. If you hadn't been so concerned about him and what was about to happen you might have noticed how quiet Kim was, how her coloring wasn't quite right but your mind was elsewhere. You walked down the hallway, turned the corner and came up to the cell door where Kim inserted the key. "I'll take it from here" you hear behind you and before you could turn around you felt someone grab you by your hair and pull you backwards. You screamed as you found yourself face to face with Jade, her face twisted to the point of madness. She slams you forward into the cell door where your head makes contact with the bars there. Stunned, you start to slump but she grabs you by the neck, pushing you forward against the bars as she yells "Is there your sweet Cheryl? Is this the woman you were asking about?" His body racked with pain you see the effort it takes as he slowly gets to his feet and roars "Leave her alone, do you hear me? Leave her alone!" Jades laughter sends chills down your spine as the grip she has on you is nearly suffocating. That combined with the blow from the door has taken all the sting out and you find yourself helpless to keep her from taunting the helpless man. "She is quite pretty I must admit, I wonder if she'll enjoy what I have in store for her? I guess we'll find out together" and with her laughter following you down the corridor she takes you and heads for the bowels of the home. All the time she's laughing you hear his voice bellowing "I said leave her alone!" All down the flight of stairs she hasn't relented her grip on your neck and when you entire the dungeon you surrender to the blackness. When you awoke you found yourself laid out on a table, drifting, as if the voices you were hearing were far, far away. You turned your head and saw Jade talking to Mistress Beth as they were walking towards you. "I must admit, Mistress Dominique has come up with an inspiring plan. This man seems to care so much for his darling Cheryl that if he believes she's going to be forced to endure the same type of treatment he has then he'll change his mind about cooperating. I do think that we'll have to show him we mean business so Dominique decided we'd use Kim here as her double. The mask she's wearing will enable the charade to work perfectly and Kim does so enjoy this sort of thing don't you dear?" You tried to speak from the fog of whatever had you in its spell but a muffled groan was the best you could manage. The gag inside the mask had made speech impossible. You saw the gleam in Jade's eye and then Beth looking down at you, patting on your shoulder saying, "I know this is like a dream come true for you my child but try to act like you're not enjoying this. Remember?" Once again you tried to speak but your words went unheeded as Beth turned and began to walk away. "You said you'd start at eight? I wouldn't miss it for the world" and as she departed Jade leaned close and smiled saying "By eight the drug will have worn off and I promise you'll feel everything, everything." To Be Continued... Life's Lessons (Part Two) As the door slowly closed behind her, you took a deep breath and walked in. It took your eyes a moment or two to get acclimated to the surroundings but you quickly saw that there were men everywhere and they were looking at Jade as she sauntered across the floor. Then they saw you and their attention quickly changed. You took your own slow time walking through the throng, taking a seat at a table for two that was unoccupied. The waitress took your drink order and it didn't take long for her to return and say it was compliments of this or that gentleman. You could have drank all night and still had plenty left but you waved her off time after time. One man after another tried to take a seat with you but your cool, almost cold shoulder sent them scurrying. You saw Jade at the corner of the bar, men all around her as she laughed and treated them like they were cattle. You watched as she grabbed one of them by the crotch and laugh hysterically as he winced and doubled over with pain. Her eyes never left you the whole time and her smile was frightening. You couldn't watch anymore and your eyes averted only to see a man standing in front of you, a shy smile crossing his face. "May I have this dance please?" and before she had a chance to turn your new façade you had extended your arm and he had gracefully lifted you to your feet. It was a slow dance and you found yourself in his arms moving across the floor. His brown hair, slightly longer in the back framed his face and his blue eyes sparkled as he looked you in the eyes the whole time. One dance melted into another and you couldn't help but smile as he twirled you from one end to the other. Suddenly, you gasped as you roughly felt a grip on your arm and you were pulled from his embrace. It was Jade saying, "Come on, we're leaving" as she literally pushed you towards the exit. "Hey, wait just a minute. That's not very nice" the stranger said as he moved up between both of you. "Are you with her?" he asked and you could only nod your head while rubbing what was sure to be quite the bruise on your arm. He turned to look at Jade just in time to see her hand rising and beginning it's descent towards his face. His hand shot out and grabbed Jade's wrist just before the slap would have hit. Her face twisted in anger as he held her at arms length and told her "Leave, I'll make sure the lady gets where she's going" and with that he released her arm. All you could think of is if looks could kill you'd be dead where you're standing mister as Jade wheeled and began pushing people out of her way as she headed towards the exit. He turned to look at you and asked, "Are you alright?" and once again you found yourself speechless only able to nod okay through a strained smile. "I have to leave, I'm sorry" you say and he takes your hand in his and says "I'll drop you off wherever you want to go but I don't think you should go with her, okay?" Once again a shake of the head and he's walking you towards the door. "I'm Will and you?" You tell him your name and as you step out into the cool night you feel like you've been holding your breath for the longest time and you take a deep gulp of the delicious air. He walks you towards the back third of the lot and stops at his car, unlocking it and opens the passenger door for you. You pull your skirt in and smile your thanks when you hear a muffled thud and you see his eyes roll back into his head as he slumps to the ground. You look to see Jade standing there a leaded weight in her hand and sheer hatred in her eyes. You sat there in stunned silence for a moment and then you saw the gleam of metal in Jade's other hand. You spring from the car, stand over the fallen man and say with a voice you've never used before, "Back off bitch, he's mine. I picked him and I'll be the one to break him, understood?" Jade's face still showed signs of anger but her eyes now were glued on you and you could swear you saw a little fear in them. Her hands were clenched, one holding the weapon she'd used on him the other a stiletto which she had just been about to use. "Good, now that we understand each other go get the car so we can get him in." You thought for a second that she was going to call your bluff but then she abruptly turned on her heels and headed off in the direction of where they were parked. As she moved out of sight, you knelt down and picked the mans head off the concrete. He was breathing but when you took your hand from behind his head it came back covered with his blood. Gently rolling him over you saw the gash that had been opened from the blow he had received. The flow of blood wasn't life threatening but it was steady. Before you could decide how best to help him the bright lights of the sedan pulled up and Jade jumped out. She pulled the latch to open the trunk and then came around to you. "Pick his feet up, I'll get the other end." You allow her this small victory to sooth any harsh feelings and do as she requires. Lifting him you carry him over to the vehicle and place his legs carefully in the trunk. You should have realized it but it was too late as you watched Jade's grin as she dropped him so that his head made contact with the edge of the trunk before sliding into it. A quick step and you're almost to her when the voice from inside the car says firmly, "Get in, we must get back now." Jade smiles at you, slams the trunk door and gets behind the wheel. You get in just as she guns the engine and with a cloud of dust you're moving. The drive back to the house is a quiet one. Mistress Beth had placed a single call and there were two men waiting when they pulled up the driveway. "He's in the back, take him to cell two, shackle him and Mistress Cheryl will be along shortly. Both of you, come with me." Once again you follow her, Jade close behind and when you're in the parlor Beth turns and says, "Now listen carefully, Jade told me of your difficulties and how she assisted you." You try to intervene but she waves her hand, "Quiet, I am speaking. Jade is here to assist you Cheryl. She and I will be watching you closely this weekend to see how you progress with him. If either of us feel things are not progressing as we feel they should she will step in. Do I make myself clear? Good, here is the key to cell two. Make sure our guest is comfortable for the night. We'll begin his training tomorrow." *As you turned to make your way out the door you saw Jade in the corner, licking her lip, just waiting for her chance. You knew if that chance came then he would be as good as dead. Hurrying down the corridor to the stairs that led to the underground portion of the building you nearly found yourself running as you came upon the designated cell. A single light put off little illumination inside but you could see him lying motionless on the floor. You pulled the heavy wooden door open and went inside. There was a bucket of water in the corner and you pulled it over to where he lay. Tearing a strip off from his shirt you picked his head up and turned it so that you could check the damage. Most of the bleeding had finally stopped but the bucket was blood red by the time you'd cleaned his wound. Turning him back over, seeing the rhythmic breathing of his chest, you see the shackles on his wrists, which are attached to a chain around his waist as, are the ones on his ankles. You look up to his face to see his eyes fluttering open and shut and the first words out of his mouth are, "Did they hurt you?" "No" you reply as you see him fighting to keep conscious only to be losing the battle. "I, I won't let them harm you Cheryl, I promise you" and with that he was gone again. He's worried about me, he thinks I'm a prisoner as well. Sitting there, holding his head in your lap, you decide what has to be done. You gently lower him to the ground, make your way out of the cell, lock the door and go to prepare for tomorrow. To Be Continued...