He began unbuckling his belt as he walked the short distance of six feet or so.Mark was more than terrified. He was glued to his seat with anxiety and...fright. He was frozen in place, too scared to move. It seemed so quick, but yet as it was happening; it seemed like in slow motion. When Dr. Richards arrived directly in front of the horrified cowed husband, his pants were on the floor around his ankles, and in front of Mark's face was a very large ebony penis, which its owner grasped like a. You are lying on your side facing away to me as I awake. You are still deep asleep as still adjusting to the time differences, so do not stir as I roll over and lift the covers to look at the beauty view that greets me. The view of your your long black hair, your smooth dark-skinned back and white lingerie is enough to awaken my white cock from an exhausting and exhilarating night before.My mouth begins to water as I drink in your beauty, your sexiness. My hand moves to softly rest on your. I can feel you gazing at my rose, fully in bloom, weeping copiously. Again I blush. You kiss the inside of my right thigh and suckle the inside of the left, then a long, flat tongue laps my furrow, tasting me. You pull me closer and bury your lips in my delicious folds as wetness soaks your face, but instead of quenching your fires it seems to ignite them.The plundering of my pussy begins in earnest. I see all that came before was merely a preview of the real thing. No part of my womanhood is. "There you are faggot...any chance of letting me out?" he spat."No," I sated simply.I set up a leather chair at the other side of the dungeon and preparedfor Mistresses arrival. I had dressed her so I knew what to expect, buthe did not. I heard the click of heels as she entered the dungeon. Shemoved languidly across the dungeon and reclined in the chair. Slavegawped at the vision of domination. Mistress had on Patent leather blackthigh length boots. The heels stiletto thin and six inches high..