” Nancy sighed, “It’s times like these that I really miss our college days, Amanda.”Amanda grinned to herself as she made her way to the kitch...n to pour a glass of wine. Her husband wouldn’t be home for a few more hours and her house-staff was busy preparing dinner.“You are evil, Nancy,” she snickered. “What do you have in mind?” Amanda coyly asked.Nancy laughed and sarcastically replied, “You stapled our English prof’s scrotum to his desk and you have the nerve to call me evil?”Amanda giggled,. The more I seemed to enjoy it, the harder and faster she fucked me. After about 15 minutes of Cindy fucking me from the back, she stopped to catch her breath and switch positions. She was a freak and mentioned my ass looked good with her cock inside and that she should have brought her big dick for me. She mentioned me to lay down and spread my legs as she grabbed more lube. Pulling me to the edge of the bed she pushed my legs back to find my hole tightened some. She worked herself back inside. “You’d like to know about me, Roger, is that not so?”He nodded.“I was born in Martinique,” she began. “Do you know where that is?” Roger nodded. “My mother was a slave, brought as a child to the island from Africa. I am told my father was white, but I never knew him. To judge by my color, I’m not really sure he was white. At the time, my owner was a successful businessman. It didn’t matter in the end whether my father was white or black. I was still a slave from birth, but my owner saw that I. But I don’t feel dirty or sleazy, just happy, although a trifle unsatisfied right now.’ She turned and looked at the empty sink. ‘I’ve been having a lazy time of it since I got here and maybe I wanted to contribute something here. What a place! Men have misused me for years, I come into a place filled with strange men and have to walk around naked and I like it. Why? What made me feel comfortable here? Master? No, I felt comfortable here before I met Master, despite all the odd comments people.