Her knees came to the little mat she was allowed to use on the linoleum floor of the kitchen, her back straight with the pride she held for Him, palms...up in her silent offering of servitude, and she waited. The noises she could hear from the hall were tell tale signs of her Master, John, removing his shoes, keys hitting the little table next to the door and the inevitable sigh of relief as He loosened his tie. John had had an excruciating long day, the classes he taught seemed to drag and the. My mind starts to wander, and without thinking, I open my recent search history. That red banner at the top of the page appears. I browse to see if there are any new stories that have been added.Jackpot.As my eyes scan page after page, story after story, my restlessness heightens. But this isn't the release that I need. I sweep my long ombré brown hair into a pile on top of my head. Wisps frame my face, and a few tendrils fall loosely between my tattooed shoulder blades. My nails lightly scrape. ”“Stand up then.”He suction cupped the dildos onto the chair and shoved her two sore holes directly down on them. The size and pain were excruciating, but, strangely arousing to her. The Master looked satisfied and his cock began twitching again. She gyrated on the big knobs getting wetter and more excited. She needed to cum and felt the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. She knew she needed permission to cum and tried to relax, but, it felt too good. Without warning Master lifted her off. .. All right. I'll come with you. Does your friend have a part in it?"Not this time. I think six is still a good time for me to pick you up. Does it work for you?"Yes -- six is fine."See you then." He pressed the button to disconnect the call.Brian rang the bell at the bungalow and again Kaycee answered. "Hi, Brian. Come in." He stepped into the living room. Sitting on the sofa was a powerful-looking Black man. "This is Dug," Kaycee said. "He's a linebacker on the football team." Hi," Brian.