She yelped as she felt the ferocious open palm against her ass once again. ?Lick it up!? Again she felt the brutal slap against her flesh and she th...ust out her tongue and started lapping the revolting substance from the disgusting mattress, trying hard to suppress her urge to vomit. Tears dripped off Brittney’s chin and fell on the nauseating cushion as she moved her tongue over the soiled cloth, the din of her rapist’s laughter echoed through her head making her feel utterly humiliated. . She moans louder and louder, losing her balance and falling over onto her hands. As he tries to keep up the flicking and licking she moves her hips up against his face. The sensation of his wet tongue constantly focused on her clit and the pressure she can control, leads her ever so closer to an orgasm. ‘Yes Brad, yes, keep going!’ He flicks faster and faster, her pussy get closer to his face and he presses his tongue further out. His saliva and her lubricant start soaking little spots around. *My*, nice shoes.That went on for a while, but it was cold, and I remembered a voicetelling me there were clothes in the closet. Slowly walking over there,being careful not to fall over, I started getting used to the heels, abit.The closet came open all by itself again, and inside were neatly foldedgirl's clothes, mainly pink.It wasn't really strange, I was starting to see a pattern, even thoughmy mind was slow and fogged up.I should be worried, I'm a prisoner. And I'm a boy.But at the same. “And some friends too. Would you like that? Having a BBC two--three times a day?” “Yes.” “I’m going to make you my black cock slut. Would you like that?” “Yes.”When we came back to where my husband was I told him I had just gotten the best cock I had ever had. I told him that he stretched my pussy and went where no man had gone before adding that I loved being filled with black cock.After Mick left I told my husband he was going to become my bull and would be coming back every day to stretch.