Annette remembers very well where her fascination with the American black man started. She was sitting in a beer hall with a couple of her girlfriends, drinking beers, singing songs and scoping men. During a quiet moment, Annette happened to catch a look at the television above the bar. The arresting images flickering across the screen seemed to burn into her retina: there on the screen were ten large, sweaty black men running across a basketball court. Annette wasn t familiar with the game, but once she caught a look at the powerful men on the TV, she had a sneaking suspicion that she d soon learn all about it. Annette s friends were quickly left behind as she glued herself to the screen. It was like the screen had a direct line to her clit Annette literally couldn t sit still. Just the thought of one of those giant men mounting her, forcing her legs apart and trying to fit an obviously gigantic penis into Annette s tiny white pussy made her want to sell all of her belongings and fly