He released my collar rope, then my ankles, finally the cuffs, I stand hands clutching at my bruised butt, he smiles, kitchen towel in hand he bids me...wipe my eyes. He attaches wrist cuffs, without looking I know they match the ones on my ankles 2” black leather straps with ‘D’ rings and sprung securing clips that rattle with each movement I make. He goes out in the hall, as I stand passively awaiting wherever his mind will take us. He returns with my coat, throws it to me and says, “come. It was fun flipping through the pictures, and I noticed that he had a wide variety of material. Some of them showed white men and women having sex, but others showed black men and white women together. Morgan was trying to drive while also calling my attention to other pages that showed men together, as well as men with teenage boys.The last one he opened up for me to see included pictures of old, mature black men with huge cocks being sucked by high school age white boys, a scenario that was. Her legs were in agony from being forced below he level of her hips. The weight of hanging off the table and being stretched had made the muscles very tender. She wondered if she would be able to walk when this was over. The pain of her clitoris could not be described. It felt huge, swollen. Any touch, any movement brought cries and pleading. When he sucked on her, the clitoris engorged in longing which just made the terrible pain worse. She wanted to cum but knew the cumming would be. And when she felt that he was just as hot as she was, she felt even better about what they had just done.His come was still shooting out of the crack in the head of his cock, and she was still drinking down just as much of it as she could, letting the rest of it run down all over her body, just like she had been doing all along. She felt herself quivering inside to the point where she fell away from him.His cock just hung loose in front of her, but all she did now was look at it. "That's some.