I just looked around, leaned close to her face and in a very soft and comical voice asked “Niggas?” She burst into a big laugh that made her sexy...breast shake and just said “yeah niggas.” We talked and drank for hours. Her gang of gorilla friends showed up and tried to interfere, but she was enjoying her venting session with me, and was getting a kick out of my reactions to all of her allegations against black men being terrible lovers.April had a million preconceived notions about black men. My legs still hurt so much that I am unable to raise myself at all. I watch my total humiliation in the mirror. The Mentor then attaches more weights to my nipple clamps. The clamps that I was becoming used to are now unbearable again. I struggle to hold back my moaning… More tears, covering my face now... “Your tears are lovely, my dear. You are a joy to watch in your helplessness.” And I see in his eyes that he truly does enjoy this. I can see in the Mentor’s eyes, the thrill he. "That's MISTRESS Jillian to you cunt! And we're no where near finished 'playing' today." Owe... but... but..." It was clear my mother was anxious to end this sick perverted game with her daughter present. But Jillian was having none of it. Reaching into a little bag she had brought with her, she pulled out two paper clamps and held them to my mom's eyes."See, I told you I had them somewhere. Now you can stop begging me to buy some!" Mom bit her lower lip lustfully as she looked at them, then. Dark clouds fill the narrow gap of sky between the mountain ridges, then thunder rolls through the canyon, and heavy rain begins to pour down. He finds shelter in a small cave, just a recess in the rock, only a few yards deep but enough to protect him. A flash of lightening is followed by a deafening thunderclap, and then, his ears still ringing with that sound, some strange noises he cannot identify, then the deluge drowns out their echo. After a while, as swiftly as the thunderstorm and the.