But, what to say? What to communicate? What to share with the assorted collection of friends, acquaintances and “God knows whos”? What is on my mi...d? My eyes flit to the top right as another important update crawls itself onto the screen. “Helen Buckley commented on her own post …” And another. “Sally Doyle was tagged at Pizza Express with …” Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera … Yadda, yadda, yadda … Noise, noise, noise … Black cursor; white box; calling, teasing and demanding my contribution.. Again the toy started to slide slowly out before coming back in, slightly faster forcing my tongue down to the base of my mouth as the cock filled my cheeks nearing my throat. Through a mixture of fear and longing, I started in tremble again not being able to breathe. I tried to protest but could only murmur around the rubber monster that was getting deeper and deeper into my mouth. It started its reverse once again and got just to the edge of my lips before suddenly starting a faster. Ari had told her there was part of it that was going to be a bit private, that she wouldn't be able to participate in, although she was welcome to watch. Then there would be the joining ceremony, which Ari said was going to be pretty normal. Finally, there would be the part where Kim would be accepted as Ellen's slave. Ari had warned her that was going to be very intense, and well ... probably not something Kiera was expecting. Kiera was told she could bow out at any time, and no one would give. Then I could hear both black guys talking to each other about how they would love to get some of that married white ass. The painters did finish up in less than three hours. I could see through the camera, that they had done a good paint job. It was just lunch time and Ana had fixed them a meal. But first they moved back the furniture into the living room.Ana invited them to share lunch with her at the kitchen. They had some beers during the meal. Ana told them that she liked the newly painted.