She had known immediately what she had done and her apologies had flowed freely. But with no seeming hesitation he had removed her from the bed and to...sed her into the cage. Then the war of wills had transpired with her repeating her offense any time he wanted to ease up and let her out of the cage. He even earned the new name of Sir Prick! And while it couldn’t be allowed, it did make him laugh when he was away from her. After three days she had finally given up the fight. She had still been. So I reached her house at 10 am. I rang the door bell and she opened the door, wearing a nice saree, below navel, and blouse little low cut. We closed the door, and I kissed her. We went to the bed room straight, put the a/c on, and she sat on the bed and made me stand in front of her, and started feeling my hard cock from my trouser. It was hard and getting harder. She then opened my belt, pulled my trouser down, and I was standing with my , nice printed briefs. She rubbed my cock and then put. Using my fingers, I spread your lips apart, giving me full access to your beautiful pussy, my tongue climbing to circle you clit. As it circles your clit, I run a finger up and down your opening, before slowly pushing it into you. You moan louder as all this happens, as my tongue dances on your clit, first this way, then that way, before sucking on its hardness. In and out my one finger goes, before I add a second finger with a slight twist so I can reach your g-spot even easier. I pick up the. Mine was close by: Atlanta. The letter went on to inform me that I had been assigned the task of sucking one thousand black cocks (and swallowing each of their loads of cum), as MY contribution towards the process of racial reparations.So (and remember, this was only a dream!) I headed that way! A thousand cocks were a lot of cocks! A thousand loads of cum was A LOT of cum! But, as the letter had explained, it was my 'duty' to do so! When I arrived at the Reparations Center, I was processed.