First, was the threat of real danger she felt that Jamal posed for her husband and close friend. Marcy wasn't totally convinced that Jamal would actua...ly shoot them, but there had been times as he was ravaging her body that she detected the hint of a man close to losing control. No, she argued to herself, she simply could not take the chance, and secondly, try as she might to deny it, Marcy was attracted to Jamal -- no, not his physical appearance and certainly not his demeanor as he had done. What the hell? She walked on MY routes, got naked like a slut, panicked like a little girl when she met an animal in a forest and now had the balls to insult me, the one who was going to help her? My anger mixed with my earlier lustful thoughts and before I knew what I was doing I took my phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture of her rather compromising position. She took a second to understand what just happened and her eyes traveled down her body, remembering that she was naked. She. It wasn't long before he had whipped his tormentor into a frenzy. The Mistress let herself go shuddering as waves of pleasure caused through her. She enjoyed her toys tongue for a little longer as she recovered. Finally she used his hair to pushed him away, keeping her boots over his shoulders. Mistress kept her hand on his hair while she took another picture of his cum covered face. 'Very good slave, now...' she let her voice trail off, lingering at what was to come as she stood and moved. Both of these men wearing expensive suites had unzipped their trousers and had produced two of the biggest blackest half hard chunks of male meat she had ever seen . The fact that both of these men were some of the black of the blackest Negro's made her slutty lust for them strangely overpowering. Her white, almost anemic fair skin was in vivid contrast even more perversely stimulating than she could ever have imagined. One in a booming voice suddenly, with out warning grabbed her hair.