Trained to offer sex on command, considered less than human valued somewhere between donkeys and , against all my natural instincts, revolted and obvi...usly disgusted at the things i was made to do but that simply added to the excitement for the clients and they varied the acts accordingly.Here in the black pimps brothel i had the life of one who had no status, whose life was totally controlled by negroes. Who could be stripped, chained, beaten, fucked entirely at their whim. The pimp would turn. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he hissed at me. "You are ruining my marriage." Kyle, I am not ruining your marriage. You are. I am the last chance your marriage has. If your wife had chosen anyone else, your marriage would be over by now."He stammered and started to say something and I stared straight into his eyes and said “Shut the fuck up, right now.”He glared at me but his was quiet.“Let’s see, Kyle, if this sounds familiar. You barely touch your wife. You jerk off to all kinds of. A few days later, Amy's boss, Bill, called her into his office. "What's this I hear about you posting MLM salespeople outside our stores? And, while I'm at it, I've been meaning to talk to you about your behavior this past few weeks. Have you been publicly sexually harassing your coworkers? Also, your outfit is completely inappropriate for a professional environment! And are those implants? What's going on with you Amy?"Amy ignored his angry words, focusing instead on how his eyes lingered on. I looked at Emma and took a hold of my cock and started to wank it steadily while Jane sat there watching. Emma continued to film as Jane removed her bra and fondled her breasts telling me i could look but not touch while they continued to giggle.This carried on for a minute or two when Emma suddenly gave the camera to Jane and they swapped places. Emma stood before me and removed the skirt and blouse before sitting back down in front me with her face an inch or two from my cock. She looked.