I struggled to get my lips past his wonderfully dark fore skin. I sucked and noisily slurped on his oh so powerful black rod. He grabbed at my nipples...as I did so, and looking down it was amazing to see his very dark hands on my lily white boobs. I have never thought of that as being erotic before, but to see it first hand was really something special. I now concentrated on his shaft and started to lick along its length. Up and down I went, leaving a trail of saliva as I did so.Phil was now sat. He then looked over at Bria's father, who was staring at three from behind the counter. The old man looked back at Kathia then."Let us speak in private," he told her."Yes, of course," she said. She went behind the counter and grabbed a key to a room that was unoccupied. Bria's father watched her the whole while, but she did not return his stare."Maygis was a student at the Tower of Ancient Magic," the old man explained once they were in the room. He sat in a chair, Kathia sat on the edge of the. I felt a huge lump in my throat. Oh my god, what am I going to do now? I was sitting there on the church pew suffering from a throbbing erection, with a hymnal in my lap. About the time Brother Morningwood had finished up on inappropriate clothing and had moved on to “public bathing” (swimming), I leaned over and told my mom I had to visit the restroom. She gave me a dirty look. I ran to the farthest stall, locked myself in and dropped my pants and underwear, freeing my erection. I muttered,. ‘I may be quite wrong. You may hate every second. If so, it doesn’t matter. Maybe even all the better. But I don’t think so. I think part of you–not all–but a fundamental element, likes being my slave. ‘Say it, see if it doesn’t turn you on. Go ahead, say you like being my slave.’ ‘I won’t’ ‘Of course you will.’ ‘You can’t make me. Your power of me has its limits. If my husband or anyone at Broadthroup finds out, it ends. And you want this to go on. You can’t mark me, you can’t beat me up. I.