In fact it was the best sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black c...ck after what I had gone through?In my warped thinking the thoughts of returning to Norman’s donut shop was starting to gain favorable appeal to me. Was I crazy? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the thought of black cock for the rest of my life. I wasn’t thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common. " Oh Ellie, no! I don't want to lose you. Why do you have to leave us?" Rosalind's voice was pleading, and she was near tears at the thought of her best friend moving away."It's better than staying here and having everything around me remind me of ... well ... just remind me. I don't want to lose you either, Roz, but I can't stay here. What the hell. You can come and visit me anytime. I hope you understand." I guess so, but ... it won't be the same. I'll miss you so much. Get ready for some big. Meanwhile my slave had begun to administer his lick shine on my left boot. His tongue swirls and swipes over the patent leather. He cradles the boot in his hands, almost lovingly pulling it to his face. I am so enjoying this! I turn and walk away from him. He crawls behind me on all fours like a pet. I sit on the edge of the bed and he begins again to kiss and caress my boots with his lips and tongue. I raise my right boot and he, without instruction, sucks the heel. I fuck his mouth with the. Now the reverend informed everyone they were going to form a daisy chain, male to female with each person sucking the genitals of the person in front, he would then decide who he was going to fuck next and would join in at that point without breaking the chain. What the reverend did not know was that this time someone had been a little lax and had not locked the basement door; because in the shadows of the basement Samantha Deacons now watched the action unfolding.Her initial reaction was one.