A slightly painful sensation, like a pinch, caused me to open my eyes. I felt the familiar pressure squeezing my breasts, and realized it was both. Co...ld he really be fondling both my tits in his sleep? However I was sleepy and I didn’t let it phase me, I started to dose off, but then I felt the pinch again and my eyes shot open. I looked down to see the top of Mark’s head on my chest, he was face down suckling hungrily on one of my nipples. He was propped up on one arm, with his free hand. Could he really inflict himself upon such innocence?Julie saw Yorke hesitate, and felt slightly ashamed that her own urges remained. Her mother’s voice screeched in her head, “The devil has you! The devil has you!”She couldn’t hold back, “Oh, please Yorke. Please show me.”For Yorke, this was crunch time. The passion he saw in Julie’s eyes had been produced only by his words, not his touch. Borne on a wave just short of guilt, he moved across the space, sat next to her, and put an arm around her. “I am a sissified freak for black men and their black cocks.” I slapped her ass hard to make sure she wasn’t just mouthing the words. “I am a slave to my Baba Simba, and my only purpose in my life is to serve as his cumdump fuck doll his words are my orders and I trust him with my life.” Once she repeated the pledge. I ordered. “I want to say. Please don’t stop Baba, no matter what, please don’t stop and I want you to repeat it until I tell you to stop. You got that sissy?”“Yes Baba,” she. She turned over and bent one leg, as she looked at Ben. He wanted not to ogle, but his gaze went straight to her white panties, which were impossible to miss, in the way that she was now lying on her bed. Ben could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, by the way her up tilted breasts were pointing through the silk of her blouse.“Come and sit here while I read, Ben.”Martina had put on a little lipstick and gloss and sprayed on a little of her favourite perfume. He tried to block out the effects.