The guy followed me, raising my dress to see my bare butt.I could hear him laughing, as I sat down to show him the sex tapes. He told me to let him si... down in the chair, because he wanted to use the mouse by himself.As he started to view one of those videos, he commented about how much I really was a big black cock slut. He then just reached out and put his fingers in my wet pussy again. He laughed, saying I was wet as a real slutty white married bitch…He looked at me serious, ordering me to. “Do you remember I told you that my Master had been back in touch?” I barely paused long enough for him to nod before continuing, “He and I have been talking ever since.” I took another deep breath. “And, I've realised how important it is to have someone take control of me and own me.” His face dropped. “It's not something I can be without.” He met my gaze, “I'm so sorry, but I need it, without it it's as though something is missing, I don't feel complete unless I'm being dominated.” “I can't. Brenda complained that her jeans were too uncomfortable, asked me to get more beers and went upstairs to change. When she was gone, Mark commented that I was going to be one lucky guy tonight, that Brenda's passions were lit up and sadly, he was going to go without. I felt rather smug as I commiserated with him.Brenda came downstairs wearing one of my old work shirts and a pair of panties. We whistled at her and she shrugged and said that she was at home and should be comfortable. We had. But she liked the work. She felt productive and worthwhile again. And now she had something to fill the hours while Donald was out working in the fields. These thoughts filled her mind as she rubbed diapers on the washboard propped in the tub one summer afternoon. Suddenly, several tears spilled over her cheeks and dropped invisibly into the water sloshing over her hands. Then why wasn’t she happy? She felt confused: hungry for something, but she didn’t know what…Angry, even, yet not at.