She was hot that night and needed to feel my seed spill deep inside her. I had to thrust inside her warm hole. I reached down with my right hand slid ... finger in her honey pot pulled it out brought it to my nose smelling her sweet tanginess then suckled on my finger tasting of her sweet sex. She watched me intently as I savored every ounce of nectar on my finger. Then again she surprised me. She slid one, two, then three fingers into herself, slid them over her hardening clit, then up to her. Meanwhile, I allow my right hand go up under her skirt, past the stocking tops, along silky smooth white thighs that instantly part and right up to her wet furry slit. "Seems to me you've got the same thing in mind. Ever make it with a black man before?" No," she answers, her voice quivering that single syllable word. Then while gathering her courage, she offers, "but I've always had this fantasy of being dominated by a dark handsome stranger." Flattery, I like that in a sex slave," I whisper,. "Oh well, mountains it is."A day's walk brought the mountains only a little closer as did the next day. On the third day the grasslands began to climb and a tree line was visible ahead."Dar, stop." Something in Ree'al's voice made Darsonus look towards Ree'al instead of scanning for danger. Ree'al's face was emotionless, gone was his ubiquitous grin. Dar followed Ree'al's gaze but saw nothing other than the road disappearing into red pines a half-a-mile ahead."What is it, Ree'al? I don't see. I was thinking yes finally, my master goes to the room and orders me back there and tells me to set the stockade up in the living room facing the chair about one foot away. I do as I’m told you order me to strip get down onto all fours into the stockade one lock clicks then two, three, four and five I’m stuck. You put my hood on so I can’t see anything and a few minutes later I hear porn playing on the TV. It’s been about 15 minutes you come out and sit in the chair in front of me I can.