Perhaps she could sense my apprehension, perhaps she was happy to have just planted the seed and would wait to see if it sprouted. I don’t know. Whe... I got to my room I couldn't resist opening my side of the adjoining door and pressing my ear against her door. I couldn't really hear anything so I threw myself on the bed, covered my face with a pillow and reveled in the intensity of what I was feeling. My fingers stole some wetness from down below and used it to lube my clit, but I was craving. The second is that you ass is mine. Literally. Completely. Not yours. Not his. Mine. I will whip it. Fuck it. Or dress it up like a slut and parade it around in public if I want." he says with force and conviction.She finds it a little hard to process his statement. She was considered a strong woman. An equal partner with her husband and if truth be told a little more in control than hubby would ever admit. Nobody owns her! The very idea is obscene. Marriage is a partnership.But the idea that. My name is Stevens, and I’m a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I moved there from the City of Brockton, Massachusetts to attend Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, the Capital of Canada. Next year I will graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Criminology, then I intend to attend Law School. My parents, Franklin and Ellen, have been bugging me about introducing them to a nice young lady for quite some time. They visit me in Ottawa sometimes but. Why later Lamont said. Moni het your slut ass over on your knees and suck Karl's cock. Yes dear she said. I couldn't help but be in awe again as she so eagerly sucked on these massive cocks. And with such enthusiasm. I couldn't help anymore but get a hard on, Once he unloaded in her mouth and swallowed she thanked him then went with Lamont into a back office as I stayed with the others. They came out 30 mins later as Moni straightened out her blouse and was applying her lipstick, no surprise.