The same with him using my boipussy. I would have gladly traded sex for a beating.If you read some of the other stories, you know that I have attracte... more dominant guys – especially black ones – during my life. Roger, my older lover from my time in the Virgin Islands, was one of the white ones. With him I was well paid for my pain. My last lover, Jack, wasn’t dom but he was a little strict with me. When I was out of line I could count on (after I’d gone too far) a warning then, a lecture. Third was simple and sober, had two boyfriends till now. She was a C.S. Fourth one had only one boyfriend long ago the only complicated thing about her was that her parents were rich that us and she was used to excessive luxury than I could afford. I used to take up on only third girl but mom said that fourth is to be included too. In defeat I agreed and thus we reached the third girl’s house for meeting. She was just like I knew she would be. She was an ideal for the girl I could marry, not. It served only to drive my hunger. I ventured a taste. Dredging my tongue through her cummy slit, I drank her ambrosia. Janie swallowed my young cock to its base. I could feel her tongue tickling my ballsac as my head pushed into her throat. Slowly she pulled up and then back down. My senses tingled. The fine hairs of my body stood on end. I was lost in lust. Grasping her asscheeks and I pushed my tongue deep into her depths.”Oh, Aaron,” she gasped, ”Yes.”I ate my fill at the table of her sex,. Portous was the Tavern Master ofthe Slave Bells, the tavern where I now worked. He could be a kindMaster or a cruel Master. It depended very much on his mood. Lately, heseemed cross with his paga slaves. Just yesterday, I watched him beatone of the girls merely because she had dared to look at him as hewalked by. I waited patiently for Farvus to finish."Leading position," he said. I leaned into his hand, allowing him tograb my hair, then rose and headed towards Master's office.The door was.