‘Um… this is Dan, Bella, Frank and Elle. They are my servants.’ The four of them glared at me. I looked surprised, ‘Sorry, did I said servants... Ah, it’s friends.’ Gwen remained as still as stone. I signaled Elle for her part with as much discretion as I could muster. She smiled and held out her hand for Gwen. ‘Hi, Gwen.’ I choose well. Elle was one of those spring morning breeze type of girl. Cheerful and friendly. Gwen shook her hand and did her thing. Scribbled a note. Elle took it and smiled. “OHH!”“That’s not begging, that’s asking. Now beg, slut!”“Please, Sir, I’m a slut, a bitch in heat, and I need to be fucked, fucked hard.” I babbled, “Please mount me like the bitch I am, ram your cock into me so hard that I feel it at the back of my throat. Please, Sir, fuck me now!”“If I fuck you, what will you do for me?”I paused, a little shaken at the cold, harshness of his words, and uncertain what he wanted. “I’ll do anything you ask, Sir, anything at all. What can I do to get you to. Alice then began to stroke Lorraine’s hair gently.“I love that,” whispered Lorraine, wanting Alice’s fingers to be caught in her locks forever. Alice brushed her hair back from her face and very gently and delicately kissed Lorraine on the lips, thinking to herself; “If I was an angel right now, I would wrap you in both of my wings.”“Have you two ever done scissors?” asked George?“What is scissors?” Lorraine asked as Alice grinned and nodded her reply, knowing exactly what George was. And I think you really mean it. And it's all well and good until y’all get ahold of the black cock. White girls who were begging for black cock will literally run off when they see what they're up against. And girls who were saving themselves for marriage will be on top riding it in no time.”“And which group do you think I'd be in?”“Well, I know which one I hope you're in.”“I guess there's one way to find out,” she said coyly. My God, she thought, I can't believe I just said that!He looked at.