But I always wanted cock. That's what made me such an easy target.Let me explain. There was this one guy I would talk to every day. After a while he f...lt comfortable enough and give me suggestions of what to do to relieve my horny desires. Then the suggestions turned into requests. Which turned into, "what I want you to do". Then he wanted me to call him Master. Which I did. That's when things got crazy. He would give me tasks to perform. It started simple. He wanted me to walk around with a. One of them started to fit her with a dog collar. Once fitted he told her: "On your knees, bitch."She quickly knelt as the men surrounded her and proceeded to maul her naked body. They poked her cunt, ass and pinched her hard nipples.As I watched the action I started to jerk my cock. I had never imagined what a slut for black men Helena had become letting these bastards treat her like such a dirty bitch. Suddenly, one man pushed her forward into the doggie position. The camera moved to her ass. It was a turn on!We went like this for a few weeks. Hard workouts, massages, and hand jobs.One day, Tom came in for a late massage. I came into the room and he was already naked on the bed. I glanced over at the table and saw three one-hundred dollar bills! I looked at Tom with a question on my face."I was hoping for a little more than a hand job," Tom said with a worried look that he might have crossed the line. I needed the money, and I have to admit the entire experience had been hot so. He was no Ricardo, but his cockhead was nonetheless nestled deep in her throat, the curved shaft an advantage given her position.Tweaking his twin figs, Jeena applied her fingers to the foundation as she raised her head, her lips sealed tight to maintain suction. When she withdrew sufficiently, she paused long enough for her tongue to swirl the head before returning it to the back of her throat. She kept a steady pace, leaning her forearms on his belly when he tried to buck and make her move.