Looking around at the amount of furniture that was surrounding her, she wondered just how many people were watching her about to get fucked by a candl.... The two candles at her entrances began to push in, and Kristen gasped.They were thick, VERY thick, and pushing into both her holes at once. Her ass seemed to stretch unbearably, having gotten used to being left alone recently. Wiggling, Kristen gasped and moaned as the candlestick began working its candles in and out of her holes, moving them. "One." She walks up the gang plank, "Too much fear that your relations owned mine." She smiles but it's a mean sort of look. "Come on Massa; yo lil Kizzy make you feel real good."I grab her arm and yank her back. "That is not a game I play, Barb. Ever." I don't know why that got me so angry so fast but I try to reign it in. "You ain't got ta worry 'bout that ownership thing with me; we ain't own no slaves. Not e'vy white guy wanna play plantation. An', Hell, even Alex ain't ma slave." I think. Theproper mix of both white and black was the cornerstone to his gothic look.Once he had that on, he stood only in his thong, tights and push up braall in black. The difficult decision is what to wear over it. Black jeansor a dress were so traditional, even in the gothic style. He wantedsomething more unique. Then he saw it, a black romper. It was a romperfeaturing a v-neck neckline and shirt collar. It's low cut would highlighthis boobs. Button tabs convert long sleeves to 3/4 length. . We loved pushing each other’s limits and forcing our holes to try more. Stuffing super tampons, pens, and markers in our asses became completely normal in our day to day lives. We loved filling each other to the absolute brim. We soon got bored and moved on to a hair brush to pump our butt holes. Once our bodies grew used to the size we needed to expand our means of pleasing. We soon moved on to shampoo bottles which was great, easy access in the shower. Sometimes at my house we’d sleep in my.