“I must have been dreaming again,” she murmured as she shook her head. “Or perhaps this is the dream…”Other images seeped into her mind, how...ver, making her re-consider whether it had been a dream or a nightmare. She was having a bath. It was quite pleasant, only she’d been shackled in the tub so she couldn’t escape. There was a doctor. Of that she was sure. Doctor Rose. And she’d been ever so cruel, draining the tub until it was filled only with Alice, and nothing else.“Oh, Now I remember!”. ? She had beenworking for a kinky modeling agency.? Itwas called Triple F, or FFF.? It stoodfor Fetish Fantasy Fulfillment.? Atfirst, she told Jill, that the work really wasn?t that bad.? By the fourth job, it had gotten reallystrange.? It was all strange, but thelast time was too strange for her.? Itwas kind of an escort service, she explained, but there was definitely no sexallowed between the employees and the clients.?(At least that was what she had been told) It was just freaky richpeople. Large black nuts dangling, bouncing, hanging low. Healthy. Full. Masculine. He moves slowly, lovingly, careful to present every angle of his black manhood as if putting on a show. You stare in a daze.You look up. He's looking back. Eyes narrowed. Cocky smirk.You can hear his thoughts. "Like what you see, White boy?"Black cock. Bigger. Longer. Twice your size. Twice your length.It frightens you like it frightens every white man. We fear it's strength, its potency. We see it in our dreams,. So warm. Sticky like syrup. Slick, like water. Yellow and acrid and flowery. Sean began to shake. To shiver. Craving to open his mouth. Craving to open it wide -- and drink, drink, drink, feeling Mistress' pee flow into him, gallon after gallon, while he knelt in a river of Her pee, washed in Her yellow fluids, wet and mindless, and shaking with ecstasy."Hold still a moment," Soleil said, snipping around Sean's ears, trying to get that perfect, rounded cut, shaping his hair as she did, so.