"Roll over," she instructed. Her chains jingled as the negro slave girl lay on her side and rolled onto her back."Stop there, girl," Debbie said. "Sta... on your back like the black slut you are. Lift your arms over your head so I can see you all stretched out for me."She rolled her chair over to where Shanika lay. She unbuttoned the gray suit jacket she was wearing and sat in the chair, kicking off her black pumps. She starting rubbing her nylon stockinged feet on the prone slave girl, one foot. To a certain extent, the sessions in bed had stopped being an act of love. They had become a stud service. With each day that passed, Donna became ever more frantic about becoming pregnant. There was very little foreplay and not much intimacy.Although Donna was oblivious to what was happening, JJ and Cat could see that this was beginning to wear on Mike. They each wanted a private moment alone with him, but Donna was too focused on becoming pregnant to allow that. The time spent in the bedroom. That evening was my first introduction to the local community. Even MrsLodge was there although she did not speak with me personally thatevening. Overall I seemed to fit in fairly smoothly with the other girlsand made a few friendships which would either bloom or blossom onceschool started.We ended up leaving around 12.30 and next morning I experienced thesadness of watching my mother board the train back home. We said ourgoodbyes in the bedroom before we all left for the station to see heroff,. " "I was hoping you would say that" said Jill as she went to her knees in front of me. Her soft petite hand wrapped around my semi hard cock as she readied herself for the first hot stream of my piss. As she looked up at me with a smile of anticipation, I released a hard squirt that hit her neck and made her flinch a little bit in surprise but she was not only quick to get used to it, she seemed like she was genuinely enjoying it. My stream was still pretty strong and when she learned how to.