“Mmm, just two,” she said as she tried to start sucking B again.“Wait, suck the other guy’s cock now,” A commanded.“Change between the coc...s each time I ask you something.”As Kareema started sucking off C, B started jacking off.“Hey, do it slowly, boy,” A said, and B started jacking off slower.“Don’t do it anywhere except inside our new cum dumpster. What’s Your name?” A asked after some time. She was still riding while sucking C, and he was nowhere near cumming.“Mmh…Kareema…Kareema Zainab. As I reached the door, I noticed a light on inside. Standing in the dark room, I could see the reflection of a young man and he appeared to be masturbating. He had his laptop on the counter and he had headphones on that were plugged into it, which would explain why he didn't hear me knocking or coming in.He was watching a video on the laptop of a woman being fucked from behind by a big black man while she was sucking another. I stared in shock as the young man in the bathroom pumped his dick in. "Well, Miss Kernow," I said. "You look rather better than when I last saw you." The bruises had gone and the cuts had healed. She'd managed to find a colourful, knee length skirt and a pale blue sweater from somewhere. She looked, well, attractive, in a girl-next-door sort of way. Of course, she still had the leather collar and tag on, which spoiled the effect somewhat."They stopped raping me," she said. "Thank you." That was the deal," I said. "You write for me and you don't get raped. I bet. I tried tocalm myself down by organizing my thoughts since the accident that leftme trapped in the body of Allison Allen. It was the end of SpringBreak, and the next day I was due back in class for the first time asAllison.But first it looked like I would have to say goodbye to any hope ofreturning to my old form. I tried to list all the accomplishments I hadmade in the last week, to try and cheer myself up. For example, I wasable now to walk without a cane, although I still was having.