I never thought that I wouldbe using their services, but here I was with no home, or much money, andonly the clothes on my back.Over the next year I b...came street smart, hard, and one of the namelesspeople of the street. Until I was on the street, the only fights I'd hadwere two school yard scuffles, but on the street you learn to fight oryou die or get punked. I did not want to die. I would have died beforebecoming someone's bitch. So I chose to fight. After numerous beat downsand three trips. *Julie's fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists as her muscles spasmedover and over, joyfully betraying her. "Good girl," said Mistress Carol as she wiped off the now-quiescentvibrator. "Samantha will get you cleaned up." Samantha marched Julieacross the hall to shower and made sure she washed herself before returningher to her cell. Julie tried to count, but she lost track of the days. They became ablur of monotonous dread punctuated only by sessions with Mistress Carol.Julie. When I came back, they had already a bottle of red wine ready and I sat in between them. We start drinking and talking and I started touching their legs with my hands and caressing them with my stocking coverd legs. Both black guys started to touch me and play with my legs and ass.Soon I knew it the time had come to surrender to my two black lovers. I turned to Jordan and kissed him inserting my tongue in his mouth.Then I felt William’s hands all over me. That made me moan from. Do you think I should go back and get him?”“I’d be doing that right now if I were you. You know how you’ve always talked about wanting to get fucked by a black guy. Well, here’s your chance.”The sensation between her legs was burning to an inferno, and she couldn’t help it. “Okay, I’ll go back there and find him, and take him out to the parking lot where our cars are at. Would you mind distracting Bob for me?”“Sure, anything. You go get him, girl; tell me all about it afterwards.”“I most.