She wore a tiny black lace bra with a matching flimsy black lace g-string, a tight black lace garter belt with black fishnet stockings, a very short b...ack lace half slip, a crisp white blouse unbuttoned at the neck, and a micro mini black skirt. Black shoes completed her wardrobe. Around her neck, the girl wore a black leather choker. The traditional sign of slavery. Rachel felt the eyes of the other passengers on the bus ,which was taking her on a one way trip to humiliation, boring into her.. In fact, it is your own hair."She stared at me, shocked. Of course, with her wrists and elbows tied behind her, she could not move to check her hair. Slowly, I could see her comprehension, as she figured it out. She would not be my love slave, she would be some kind of pony girl! I kept looking deep into her lovely dark eyes, seeing bewilderment turn to shock, then to acceptance. I knew that whatever made her Master happy would henceforth make her cream. She truly was a delicious property.I. I asked her to suck my penis to which she denied first. Then I started licking her hairy pussy and her salty juice taking lead a way through my tongue. She was having her first orgasm. She was holding a pillow with one hand and my hair with another hand while I was licking her pussy. Then she came to hold my dick and sucked its tip first. She kept sucking the tip and slowly started to increase the area of sucking. I asked her to shake it well with hands and take it in the mouth. She kept. Then, I went to Europe to study a master’s degree, which made me feel I could be better prepared to find a good job when I went back to the States.Then, when I finished my master’s, I found myself living with mom while I got a job. I stayed in Seattle for seven months, but nothing good came. So, that was the moment when my mom suggested moving to New York with Tom to see if I could find something good there.By that time, Tom had finished college, and now he was a successful graphic designer.