His firm hold pinned her hips to the desk as he had his fill of her all the time her back arching and her head flailing over the other end of the desk...Quickly she could feel herself building and she gasped for air. The room was spinning and she knew that all she could do was beg for release.His mouth ate away and her desire built and built as her whole body became a conduit for the explosion that was about to come.She gripped the table and felt her fingers go white as the uncontrollable peak. Shortly after the sale Amanda was given an abaya which covered her from head to toe, and even found herself feeling gratitude to the big black man who gave it to her; at least she was no longer naked. She was bundled into the back of a windowless van and driven for a few minutes over bumpy roads. When the van stopped she was dragged out and pulled at breakneck speed through some corridors and then thrust into a big airy room with only one chair and a small dais. The black man who had given her. “And I have some beer. Do you like beer?”“I do like beer,” he said. Half an hour later we were in my apartment, cold bottles of beer in our hands, our feet propped up on the coffee table, getting better acquainted. I was glad to have him there. I had liked him immediately, and had known that I wanted to fuck him from the moment I saw him, but it's good to get to know each other a little before hitting the sheets.“So,” I said. Waiving my hand from side to side, knowing that he'd know what I. ’ Odddly – or not so oddly at all – the thought makes you feel cherished now. You slide your hands under my robe and begin to kiss me deeply. You buttocks feel bruised from the chair and in your excitement, you squirm slightly on my lap. But I can tell you are being careful – you are very sore. You end the kiss and I stroke you face gently – I say, ‘Good girl. I love you so much, sweetie.’ ‘I love you too, Daddy.’ Our bath had been long and luxurious. Deep kisses. Perfumed water. Candlelight..