Trey took his dripping cock in his hand and rubbed it all over Brenda’s pretty face. She slobbered all over it making it wetter and even more darkly...shiny.“Maybe we take a picture to show your new husband back in New York huh?” he laughed. “Maybe he like to see a picture of his pretty bride sucking big black dicks in St. Thomas, you think?” Brenda sighed deeply, smiled, and stretched her tongue out to lick the underside of his thick veined black hose as she stroked it up and down.Derrick’s cock. Their eyes met and Ember saw in his a flicker of sly amusement that made her wonder what he had planned.“I have a gift for you my pet,” he said reaching into his pocket and holding up a soft black collar with the word slut and a tiny metal loop on it. “When you wear this you are mine and you will do as I ask of you without question or I will punish you.” Ember couldn’t help but smile, she wanted to jump up and down with excitement. A collar meant everything to her, it meant she was truly and. Nobody's ever done that for me before ... Oh sweety, come here."She pulled me up, grasping for my prick, which was wet from stuff leaking out of it. She brought it to where I had been licking and I knew what to do this time. I shoved and she moaned, "Yeeeesssssss," as I sank into her.Then she talked to me. I don't remember everything she said, but it was things like, "Cum in me baby ... shoot in Mommy ... give Mommy your special present." She never mentioned the word "baby" - not then. But she. He knew that she was strong andthat she could do whatever she wanted to him, and by law, she wouldn'thave any consequences other than never being able to buy anotherprostitute again. After all, it was one's reputation that Husbandstrusted their sissy wives or their sissy son's to them, and with atarnished reputation, one could never hope to get another prostitute."What a pretty little sissy you are," the woman said in her deep, throatyvoice and he felt a shiver run up his spine. She smiled at.