As she looked around the room, she didn't recognize any of the surroundings and couldn't recall where she was. Suddenly, she remembered in shock where...she was as the events of the prior evening came back into her mind with a rush. She thought with horror how Jamaal had brutally fucked her white body, which had never tasted the nectar of a virile male, and how she had been subjected to the extremely painful piercing of her nipples and pussy.She relived how he fucked his huge black cock deeply. "It all happened so fast," Brenda cooed. "It started with him making 'suggestions.' About the way I dressed, what I ate for meals, that sort of thing. As we dated more, he started giving me rosebuds, telling me to take them to work for my desk. Then he told me to start dressing sexier, displaying myself more." She stopped speaking for moment, her eyes sparkling brightly, and she sighed."That's when I knew he was claiming me, and, although he didn't know it at the time, I submitted willingly.". My pussy lips were slightly swollen and a little sensitive, which he observed and moved his head to my crotch and delicately kissed my pussy as though his was kissing my mouth. Tenderly brushing his lips over my raw fleshy pussy lips, he softly snaked his tongue around the peripheral of my cunthole and lapped at my pussy. The most gentle and tender of orgasms swept through my entire body, as he continued lapping gently at my pussy, swirling his tongue as it connected with every erogenous nerve.. I had arrived in Blanchards dressed in seamen’s ‘slops’, which are garments donated by sailors to those who have lost their own clothes in shipwrecks. I had not suffered a shipwreck, but the crew of the good ship Bonaventure insisted all my clothes be destroyed when I boarded the vessel after rolling around in an effluent rich stream while grappling with Lord Byron.A month after my arrival in Blanchards I obtained replacement clothing; coats and trousers, from a tailor in Valenciennes ....