I go where he tells me to. I do what he tells me to. If he has friends over, I expect to be shared. This includes male and female friends. My body is ...is. All of my holes are his. I have no free will. I don’t want it. All I want his big black cock. It’s all I think about. My body responds to just the thought of it. If Jamal didn’t care about my schooling, I would be failing my classes, but he requires me to keep up with my classes and to make sure I maintain my grades. Lucky for me I’m not just. " Like what?" Things like: 'Now that I've got these big fake knockers, I just love having guys rub their dick between them until they spray my face with big globs of cum!' or 'Look Grandma! This guy doesn't even know who I am, and look what I got him to do!' Think you can handle that?" Yeah, I guess. Anything else?" Yeah, when you refer to your chest, don't use boobs or breasts, use slang terms like tits, knockers, and jugs. Now rub oil all over them so they're nice and slippery for. As you stoop over to pick them up the breeze raises the bottom of your dress exposing your perfectly tanned ass. You glance my way and give me that sheepish grin. Was it truly an accident that you dropped your keys? There are no visible tan lines to be found on your body. I know because I’ve searched and examined every inch of your body to no avail. I appreciate that your backyard is very secluded from your neighbors. We have enjoyed many an afternoon lying out in the sun nude. There is nothing. I'd been hit once today and I really didn't want to get hit again. It had hurt and besides you can't get lucky every time someone tried to kill you. The next shot might be between the eyes and I wasn't in favour of that. Since the woman didn't want to talk anymore I decided to put an end to it."All right," I shouted sternly into the bullhorn, "I've given you two chances today and I'm not going to give you a third chance. The first time I tried to talk to you people, one of you shot me. As you.