Leah could feel Master D cum inside of her. His seed filled her womb and she could feel his seed slowly drip out of her as she felt herself let go of ...er repression and racism. All she could feel like she just wanted to obey the strong black man in all their desires. As Leah laid back in pleasure she could hear the other men command her sister Emma. "Okay bitch, clean that shit up like the white trash slut sister you are." Master D commandedEmma hesitated only slightly as she obeyed and got on. We'd finished giving presentations, so Dr. Wagner spent the class going over the history of The Program, from its inception in 2001 to the present day. She talked a lot about her own experience as the first participant, and how she was initially nervous and frightened and found the experience humiliating. Apparently this is a common reaction in Program participants, especially when The Program is first being introduced to an area. Her parents had signed her up for The Program to help her. Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be hard with excitement and it felt so good to take it out and gently stroke it. I’d pull my briefs down around my ankles, and slide my hand up and down my cock, enjoying the sunlight on my body and the feel of my fingers on my shaft. On more adventurous days, instead of find a place to sit I’d explore. I’d find one of my spots and leave my coat and pants, then head off down a trail. There were a. My first thought was to ask. I started to type in the message – ‘Is that you Stephanie?’ Then I realized that I couldn’t. She would have replied ‘Is someone else getting you hot?’ That was a bad path. I deleted the text and thanked my lucky stars. That single stupid text could have spelled the end of everything. I didn’t know who I was talking to. How could I find out without tipping my hand? ‘That would explain the big bulge in your pants.’ ‘Thanks for noticing.’ ‘Couldn’t help but notice.’ ‘I.