“I’ll tell you later. Come on,” she said, pulling away from me, “I want to show you something.”She was ten feet away before I could think of...something to say, other than ‘Wait’ which she ignored. I ran after her. I was afraid she was going to show me the platform. What else could she show me here that I didn’t already know about?I didn’t want her to show me. I preferred that she didn’t know that I knew about it. Somehow, that made it easier for me to spy on her. If she showed me, I’d feel. Unable to move, with no chance of getting free from this, she fought violently. Obviously the realization that something very, very bad was going to happen to her had finally hit. I decided to answer her previous question. "My dear Lauren...you were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. It's nothing personal, I assure you. If you behave and be a good little whore, then you can walk out of here and go back to where you came." She paused in her struggle, weighing her options, I'm sure.. I did love it. This felt incredible. Him using my face like this. Fucking my face. The room filled with the sound of him thrusting into me and my muffled moans of appreciation as he did so. "Fuck I can see the damp patch on the front of your pants," he moaned. I could feel that my cock was oozing in the soft fabric of the joggers I was wearing. He reached forward and pulled the front of my pants down just enough to let my cock spring out. My t-shirt was already pulled up around my chest. As he. I probe your rosebud with my nose and inhale deeply. My black master's dirty hole is hairy and sweaty and so stinky. But you own me so I have to like it. After a few minutes of blood-hounding your ass, eventually you tell me to "use my tongue slave!" I spread your cheeks wide and lick all around your anus making concentric circles slowly moving in towards my prize, my sexy black master's asshole. You taste so earthy and musky, so Manly! You make me eat out your butthole for 15 minutes. I.