She may have not been able to form the words to beg again.I was proved wrong as her tormentor brought out another tool: a Hitachi wand. Jeannie heard ...he heavy buzz, and then the bulbous head pressed hard against her engorged nub. She shook in her restraints and screamed "Please, please, please, please, please..." Just as suddenly, the vibrator was gone, and she was asked "Please what, slut?" Please let me cum!" Jeannie sobbed.The blonde just laughed as she squirted some lube on her latex. Enough is enough.She took a deep breath and continued inspecting her body.Her large perky EE tits were certainly not the biggest ones in Bimboville. But for her short frame, standing at only 5'3'', they were perfectly sized. And they were already big enough to stretch out her cashier outfit. Although she was wearing a bra underneath it, her boss had insisted on it, her always-erected nipples were still noticeable through the fabric. Nikky grabbed one of her jugs and felt the weight of it. She. ” “Well, I’m telling you now. They’re both big, muscular boys, each with about the biggest cocks you’re likely to have seen. What’s more, my slave, both of them are coloured. Jason is a dusky brown, Ahmed is coal black.” Quentin saw Simone’s violent shudder and it confirmed what he had already guessed. Her anathema to coloureds. Good! “And both of them like white flesh ... of which you have an ample amount. Have you anything to say, slave?” “N-no, Master ...” It was no more than a whisper.. ”It was my turn to wince and grimace. A big part of me wondering whether or not I had the strength to hear what Jill might tell me, and whether these things were maybe best left unsaid. But deep down I knew that the beautiful woman sitting opposite me was right. And deep down I also knew that however painful it might be for me to hear what she was about to confess, I’d almost certainly forgive her. Forgiveness borne of a deep and foundational love I felt for her, rooted in my inability to.