My heart burned because someone dared question my lover. Miss Morgan could do no wrong in my mind. I got madder, wanting to jump up and tell the girl ...o leave. Thankfully, I didn't for I knew it was important to keep our relationship a secret. I did not want to get Miss Morgan hurt or have people find out I was a having a lesbian relationship. I sighed happily when the girl finally left the classroom. I raced up to Emma, who was still sitting on the table. Her short haircut bounced slightly as. I used keep my boobs raised, my ass swings while he is around. One day while i find him starring my boobs i make an eye contact with him. It was straight undisturbed, finally he make his lips as if kissing and directed to my boobs. I was blushed but i still kept the eye contact. Next he saw around finding none, he moved towards me, i was trembling of unknown fear. He held me by waist and he kissed my lips.I was held so tight that i cannot even push him. Next he came more closure, moved his hand. How often do you stroke yourself to it? As I stare at her shiny crotch and her fingers just go up and down it I say, 3 times a day but really 5 times. She then laughs and says I'm thinking 6...you naughty boy, what would Michelle think. She turns around still slowly dancing and crotches down hovering over my massive boner that looks like a volcano under my shorts and grazes the top of my cock to her pussy lip, in my mind I want to just grab her by the hips and slam dunk her on my massive cock. Hell, she looks good enough to eat. She'll look just great at the newcomer's auction tonight."While the woman is admiring my body, Henrietta is getting her wrists cuffed behind her back. She also has a neck collar similar to mine locked around her back. The next thing I know we are led down a dark hallway and into a room full of similarly clad naked women. All of them are African-Americans, and all of them are in their 30's or older. Each of them also is cuffed with their arms behind their.