In one image she was impaled on the most enormous black cock with a white lad stiffing his up her arse. Another black lad was enjoying Jane ‘deep th...oating’ his dick as she was being fucked.The link to her cloud account was for a short video. Needless to say, this was of my wife sitting on the floor against a sofa whilst several black and white lads, some just teenagers, jacked themselves off over her face and into her mouth. As they did this a young black girl licked my wife’s body and kissed. "I'm sure I can do that, but not today. Remember I have to be in court this afternoon," he reminded me."Sure," I said of course I had totally forgotten it. "So can you have the signs ready for tomorrow morning?" I asked the saleslady/designer."If you pay me today, I can have it done tomorrow morning," she informed me."So that leaves only the big question how much?" I asked."Well design and install would be no more than $1500," she said."Hold on we need to discuss this," I said it so that she. What is your name, slave?’ Raell smiled inwardly. She knew his name- she’d known it since his birth. But he couldn’t know that quite yet, and so the deception had to go on. ‘My name is Drake Faravelli, Mistress.’ ‘Drake, huh?’ She indicated the wall of corrective tools. ‘How many of these can you name?’ Drake looked over at the wall. Whips, crops, paddles, and other things covered it. ‘I know what some of them are, Mistress. I know those are whips, those are crops, those are canes, and those. On top, I put on a tight white half T-shirt which was cut off just below my bra-less boobs, which displayed my toned flat stomach nicely. On the bottom, I wore a tight tan leather skirt that stopped at mid-thigh. On my feet, I simply wore tennis shoes. I applied neither make-up nor jewelry, but I did slather on some sun-block lotion. I put my hair into a ponytail. Then I packed a large beach bag with a number of items that I was going to change into once on Louis’ sailboat. *** I met Louis at.