”“Kiara – what’s a penis?” Atif inquired.“I was about to get to that part,” I said politely. “You know – come up. I need a boy for t...is part anyway. Why don’t you be that boy!”The rest of the boys made a weird sound as Atif walked up to us. He appeared to be way too delighted. “Would you take your clothes off,” I requested?He was naked in an instance and appeared happy while doing so. As it turned out, he was already erect. His cock was big. Even the other boys were shocked by that.What. ..let’s do it – I want to do it.’ ‘You want me to take my clothes off?’ ‘Yes…yes ok.’ With a smile on her face, Stacey took off her t-shirt, showing David her bra that contained her 34C breasts. She started to tease him by rubbing her breasts together gently causing him to grow an erection in his shorts. ‘You want me to take this bra off for you?’ she whispered. ‘Y-yes, I really do.’ Stacey unhooked her bra and slid them slowly down her chest, revealing more of her tits to him. David nervously. Mustapha was my owner, I carried him in my body all the timeand, to the world, my proud belly sent the message I had been marked ashis territory. I was his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of. In spite of myself, I find myself attracted to these Black guys on a daily basis. Except now I just want to bend them over and stuff my dildo up their asses. I don't want to kiss them. I don't want to fall in love with them. I don't want their dicks in my mouth, pussy or asshole. Even though I damn well remember how wonderful it all felt, once upon a time. With a song in my heart I continued working my dildo deep inside Samuel like a gold prospector in a mine. And I must say that his shrieks.