Jake was a man who did well for himself. He was a graduate of Mumbai university. He had gotten to that school through a football scholarship. He becam... a lawyer and moved to the city of Mumbai. He joined pune court. One of the biggest law firms out there. He had made it. Reached the impossible dream. The black man’s dream was to thrive in the white man’s world. Too long had the white man controlled the black man’s life? Jake Stone was going places. He had been with the firm for only three years. A man formerly distinguished from other men only as the husband of Gloria, thirty-six, and the father of Robert, age twelve, and Anna, age eight. A very satisfying family situation but having a weighty set of obligations. To meet my obligations as a husband and father, I had been working for Countryman Real Estate for five years before Gabriel Zilo purchased the company from Bernie Schleifer.Real estate was not my original career, or even my preferred choice. I began my working life after. As the slavery progressed, I, of course insisted that he would always be kept in a chastity device, and only get relief when I decided. He would have no safe word and would have to rely on me for everything.I found hat I got the biggest turn on when he begged for more and more punishment, and made this the only way he could get any relief, and even, on some very rare occasions, would be allowed sex with me, obviously secured to the bed, and with me on top. I always enjoyed plenty of licking and. "Morning," Jules gasped as she shivered. "Hmmmm," Leah observed. "This position seems familiar to me. You?" "Uh huh," Jules croaked as Leah kissed her throat again and then gave it a lick. "Did you sleep well?" Leah murmured as she lightly kissed her way down to the tops of Jules's breasts. "Mmmhmm," was all Jules could manage. Ever so softly Leah began to make a trail of tender kisses and little kitten licks across the redhead's chest. She slightly adjusted her long frame as she folded her.