Positively Pavlovian

Emily was drooling incessantly, with Ebenezer's cock just out of reach. The thick shaft was so close, she could taste it. She was like a dog now almost, drooling when her meal was within smelling distance.

"Jails and prisons are designed to break human beings, to convert the population into specimens at a zoo ..." Ebenezer intoned. She didn't have to think long.

"Angela Davis," she responded in a monotone voice.

"Three for three ... you're getting quite the photographic memory there, Emily," he said. Of course she was. All she was exposed to was civil rights and Black cock.

He rewarded her, gifting her with his superior Black cock, and all was right again for Emily Highsmith.