He unclipped the other end of the handbag strap, threw the bag into a corner and walked around behind her. Despite straining to look behind her she co...ldn't see clearly what he was doing. Then he wrapped the strap around her arms and tied it tightly. He walked back in front of her, stared coldly into her eyes, and placed his hands on either side of her neck.Slowly he slid his hands down her neck and then across the tops of her shoulders. His fingers slipped under the straps of her top and bra.. He used her teenage pussy till the back seat of his Mercedes was “soaked”. Apparently when she was done and he wasn’t she first felt shame, and she kept getting fucked. The shame became guilt, and she kept getting fucked. The guilt made her more horny, and she kept getting fucked. By the time he was done “the first time”. Mary lost count of her orgasm’s. She did know she was done with white guys. All I know is that I fell in love. I knew I couldn’t have her but I didn’t care. I always wanted to. ? He started on herstomach, taut and hard because of her suspension, and, as she twisted and criedout, attacked her breasts and nipples.?The cane, thin and flexible, whistled through the air as he struck her,his garage filled with the sounds of her ragged breathing, her cries, hermoans, and the sound of the cane striking her young flesh. He watched herwrithe in her bonds, marks from the cane spreading across her body as he keptbeating her, now focusing on her gorgeous ass and back, ignoring her. " Natalie said "What the fuck did you do?" Ummmm..." And what was he talking about? Why'd he called you the Black Knight?" Sophie asked."Ummmm..." I looked back and forth, hoping to see some sign of sympathy, or some way out. "Errr..." Yes or no. Are you the Black Knight?"I sighed in relief. "No." So why'd he call you the Black Knight?"The relief disappeared."Ummmm ... he was mistaken?" You're not even trying. Okay, yes or no. Were you the Black Knight?"I pouted. "I need some food." I started.