I hoped that the dream would return, but it never did.The day finally arrived when I was going to begin my quest to reunite with the lady that I loved... My friend dropped me off at the airport and I began my trip. I would fly into Moscow on Aeroflot Russian Airlines. I would need to change planes in Washington D.C. I would be picked up by a driver at the airport and be taken to my motel. I would have as much time to visit Moscow as I needed before heading to the supplier who was located several. She didn’t know how long she knelt there. Time still felt distended, warped by the endless stillness that was broken only by her own endless repetition. But at last Master came into the room. He turned off the camera, and Marie finally felt the spell of his commands break. She slumped forward, suddenly exhausted by the spasms of pleasure that had wracked her body. ‘Good slave girl,’ Master said, putting a bottle of water to her lips. He squeezed, and Marie felt cool water rush into her mouth.. “How old are you Latoya?”“I’m 14 Daddy.”“Do you go to school.”“I go to Barack Obama High School.”Jerome’s cock almost exploded. It sounded like she really was a high school girl. He knew that pimps could train their hoes to lie, but this slut didn’t seem to be sophisticated enough to lie.“Do you like getting fucked by Black cock?”“Yes I do Daddy. Black cock fucking is the best thing in the world!” she said emphatically.Wow. This slut really means it. “And it gives you a chance to pay. My aunt took the steps two at a time. I stood in the living room like I did on the porch whenever a thunderstorm approached. All was silent; all was clam, yet I knew that violence and noise was soon to follow. I could hear the clock tick in the living room. The second hand must have made about a quarter of a sweep before I heard my aunt shout, "David, get up here!"I decided to face the inevitable and slowly marched up the steps to my fate. My fate wasn't exactly what I thought it would be. I.