Courtney got my head into a rhythm bobbing up and down on his cock as he continued his verbal assault. “I’ve seen you”, he said, “I’ve seen ...ou with those Mexicans. You’re a Mexican whore. You like all those wetback cocks in you. You like their cum all over your face?” I could only mumble the MMMM sound as his cock continued its attack on my throat. “I’m going to shoot my load down your throat just like all those Mexicans but you better not swallow. I want to see it in your whore mouth.” I. And in close proximity. Previously, she had only seen her most infrequently and then on briefly and at a distance. No wonder Belle’s heart beat rather faster. The body was oiled and carefully massaged. Bell caught the scent of the oil. It was muskily exotic. After a while, the Princess turned over on to her back and the process was repeated. Those two who massaged, thought Belle, must indeed be high in the slave hierarchy. What a privilege to give such intimate service! “Enough ...!” The word. Fool hearty for this only tears her mask apart at the seems. I remember pain… My thoughts are not making sense anymore… Everything is jumbled together… “I love you.” She uttered as she took my hand. I asked for clarification but she could not give it to me. She laughed and explained that I didn’t hear what I thought I heard. So be it, I am a shadow of what I once was. I have grown to the size of a mighty oak- I am indestructible. Although she has kept me at an arms length away at times, she has. Her hard nipples bounced along my skin, sending shivers up my spine. Her face hovered inches from mine, and when I tried to kiss her, she backed away quickly with an evil grin. God, she was delicate and raw at the same time, like cat curled up and ready to pounce. If I wasn’t a lesbian before that morning, I was at that moment. My heart was beating through my chest, I would have done anything for her, anything. “You’re trembling,” Alice said. “I can’t help it,” I said apologetically. My answer.