?And more: with each motion she gained control, gained domination; thewoman beneath her moved as she wished, felt what she wanted, just so, beggedlike...a supplicant and?worshipped her, worshipped Sabine with every word, everyscream, every tear as the goddess of her small, horrible world.? ??????????? Shelearned something, then, that Guenther didn?t teach: the true art oftorture.? It was one thing to inflictpain, to see the reaction; it was cold and logical and rational.? But it was the. Just healthy you know? Full lips, slightly kinky hair, but she straightened it and pretty brown eyes. I'd never fucked a mulatto girl before, her skin was a nice light brown shade. I'll just call her Sandra for the story.Anyway we were friendly at work for a while and I wanted to fuck her so bad. We were at a work function and it was a paid hotel event...all of us were getting pretty drunk. My co worker and his wife kicked us out of their doom saying they were gonna have sex. I totally thought. It was 2 a.m. I was still hard, horny, ashamed and desperate for an orgasm. But Jim was spent. And Elle was covered in a glaze of sweat. Jim's sperm was oozing from between her thighs, and her expression showed she was clearly satisfied."I have one more gift for you, Elle," Jim said, handing her a box from the nightstand.She opened it to reveal a strap-on black cock."Oh God," she said. "What do you want me to do with this?" Well," said Jim. "I've fucked both of you. But you've never fucked this. What I was to say was projected on large screen ahead of me; an oversize teleprompter. I did each of the long speeches four times - they were for the five minute national ad buys for the two Monday nights. I changed clothes three times and repeated the speeches.While the professionals reviewed all the videos and edited them, I worked on ads for the fifteen Senate races I wanted to keep. I was going to campaign with each of them at least once over the next two weeks.After that there were voice.