She told me Hana was a member of the (Daals) and they were taking white people man or woman as sex slave for them. I was shocked. Carmen told me to do...anything she says until we are out of this bar.Carmen took me with her really close to her; she did clearly not love this. We were almost at the main door until a tall amazon black woman was there. She said stop and told me who I was... Carmen said I was her slave. The tall amazon with full of gold on her asked me why I was not naked if I was her. So we were having a good time, I still with my head full of alcohol, I understood that the guy was slow to finish, did not end, did not run, did not come. Then it occurred to me to speak, which I had not done so far, to warm it up more, to make myself more fucking, as he wanted. I said: "Come on, give me more, take me strong, son of a bitch!" And as I thought, it served, both for him as he began to push deeper and stronger, as for me, that when he heard me speak, I got much hotter and fucking,. She read me the riot act because I had parked to closed to her car the day before. I have never hit a woman before but that day I came close.As I sit in the watch room still steaming over the incident I checked into the Bitch's office. She had some poor slob of an underling who I couldn't see in there and I could tell she was on him just hard as she had recently had been on me. I was about to switch to another camera when she pointed toward the ground. The poor guy went onto the floor. She. Lauren let her robe fall and watched the smile grow on Emma's lips as she drank in the sight of her body, her breasts now tanned and with only the faintest of pale lines."I thought so much of that night with the storm. Every time I feel so good, like all wet again." It was wonderful, sweety. You are very good at making love" said Lauren, lowering herself into the bath facing Emma."Can you teach me more?" Nobody really gets taught." said Lauren, sinking into the water, pushing her legs either.