Search for Mr. Adams

It was best to look for this Adams and verify if there was a copy of the tape.

I threw Rachel out of the street ignoring her stupid excuses: "I don't have a car! I don't know how to go home!" Hell, these white girls want me to fix all their fucking problems.

The administration office was a good place to start looking for information. It was easy to convince the silly blonde who was a secretary to let me access the university archives: Professor Adams lived near the university. This was a good opportunity to have that cocky bitch of Heather in my hands. And who knows, maybe Adams has several tapes of other white bitches ready to be extorted and fucked.

On the road to my car I meet Gabriella but I completely ignore her: I'm not interested in her pussy right now.

The trip goes smoothly, Adams lives in a small but elegant house. I park in front of the house and go to the door, I must convince him to deliver the videotape (if it exists) or the chances of teaching Heather good manners will be greatly affected.

I knock on the door and wait.