She didn't want anything to do with Ben Glover--especially not in the darkened stockroom! But she watched Willie take the elevator to his office and s...e entered through the swinging doors.A match flared in the gloom, about ten feet away, and Mavis saw Ben Glover's hawkish face reflected in the flickering flame. He exhaled smoke and shook out the match. "Come over here, Mrs. Moran--Mavis--baby--and tell me what you know about the robbery."Her guts twinged and she sensed her vaginal passage. What are you thinking about it?" I asked."I honestly don't know. Leonard shares his white women with his family and told me her pussy would be used too much to be available for me. Said if he fucks her a couple more times she'll only be thinking about black cock when she's fucking me anyway, so I might as well get used to it. I would have laughed but Maya's already told me she's going to fuck him some more." Wow!" I said."Indeed. You better watch out, David. Jess has been asking a lot of. With her eyes still closed, things seem to be spinning a bit, spirals going in her head, until she slits her eyes open and sees that they are curving down into a parking garage, van tires lightly and fairly squealing. She reassembles herself deftly. As that semester wore on, he grew accustomed to her presence. That strength of will paid off. The tone in the class grew lighter. As student work proliferated, stories were read and discussed gently and constructively, and he won a certain measure. “But it’s Mistress from now on. Remember?”Kathleen blushed. “Yes, Mistress. But...”“And good slaves kneel. You want to be a good slave, don’t you? Because bad slaves get punished.”“Yes, Mistress,” responded Kathleen. She automatically slid out of her chair and knelt, facing Marge. “But...”Marge reached down and held the beautiful breasts in her hands and kissed Kathleen’s forehead. “I am new to this,” she lied again, “but I promise I will do my best. Nothing is too good for my little Kat. Now,.