Neither of the girls was wearing any underwear. Both of the girls' pussies were sopping wet. Fluid was dripping from their labia."You see. The more yo... abuse them, the more it turns them on."I sat there stunned for a second, not sure of what to say. "But it doesn't turn me on." Give it a chance, it will," he replied.Roy turned his back to the S's. "Open your mouths girls. I'm about to take a dump in your mouths!" Stop!" I cried. "Just ... stop. I can't stand to watch this."He sighed, and retied. 11) Always thank a Black Man or Black Women for the honor andpleasureof serving them.12) If you are meeting a BBC for the first time at his home oryour home you must offer to disrobe and allow the Black Man to reviewyour body. If he chooses for you to disrobe it is his right toeithercontinue with the date or meeting once he as examined your body. Ifhedoes not approve of your body and decides he wishes to leave you willthank him for his time and apologize for not being physicallyappealingto his. But as her eyes focused and familiarity returned, her heart finally began to beat again. She could still hear the voices echoing in her brain, but she loosened her grip on her sheets as she realized they weren’t real. Well, not in this moment at least. They were real memories but she’d simply been dreaming. She wasn’t back in that bathroom. And those girls certainly weren’t in her bedroom now. With a rough sigh, Rachel steadied herself and swung her legs out from under the soft covers. The. ’ I broke out, my voice wasn’t as strong as his seemed to be. He spread my folds with his fingers, slowly stroking my tender flesh as if to soothe it. Inserting one finger, my breath caught and I closed my eyes to his skillful touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, he continued his rhythm of removing his finger and pushing it farther in with each stroke. I placed my hand on his chest and opened my eyes to see him still staring at me. I couldn’t let him keep looking at me like that, it was.