"If you look good in uniform, you might not stay in it long." "Hush," Sherry said as she picked up the large mug of ice, "I will pour this over you if...you don't settle down." The three men walked back out of the bathroom in their uniforms. "Holy..." Sherry said as she looked at the guys coming out. "Well, I think I might need that ice bath." The women smiled and chuckled as the men in uniform passed them. Brandon shook his head as he walked past them. His eyes lit up as he stepped outside.. She never said anything about it even then, I just caught the reaction. Once the two of them were back in our room Erin pushed Pete onto his back on the bed then climbed on top of him again. She didn’t mount his cock, just laid on top of him with her legs tight together. They kissed again and Pete did tiny thrusts upward, grinding himself into her stomach. Pete ran his hands all around Erin's back and ass and eventually she broke the kiss and slowly slid down his body, kissing him the entire. Bisexuality in the Black Community. Bisexuality in the Haitian Community. Lesbianism in the Black Community. The Rights of Men in an age of Feminist Domination. Or should I say Man-Hating Domination. Whatever. Potato or potato, it doesn’t matter. What I fought for was simply the right thing. The rights of Fathers in Politically Correct American Courts. Yeah, all the danger zones. In my time, I feared no one. I did what I wanted. And I can honestly say that I had a blast. Now, I find myself. The next one ass fucks the exhausted woman but she barely feels it. Then she gets a severe whipping because she falls asleep while being fucked. The affronted man thinks his manhood has been ridiculed and pays Master another hundred dollars then whips her mercilessly. After that the night becomes a blur with her head being jerked and things stuck into her mouth, cunt and asshole. She responds mechanically until she finally gets relief some when a her mind deploys a defense mechanism..