Then she gave us each a pad and pencil and asked us to write down ten facts about what we'd seen in the film.It was easier for me. I was trained. When...we finished, I read my list."That's amazing," said Andrea. "I've never seen anyone do that so well. Your first six were facts, then a conclusion citing the facts, two more facts and a final conclusion. Let's see what you have, Betty."Somewhere in the middle Betty stumbled onto a fact, an observation of what we had seen. As we went over her list,. The other nigger was squeezing my buttocks and he had even shoved a thick finger up my tiny asshole. But I deserved it and I wanted it… My lust for black cock has led me to this.I felt used by my Black Master, but it aroused me even more and more.The only thing I knew for sure, was that those niggers were taking me anywhere to gangbang me and use me as a toy for this bastard Jake.The finger in my asshole was getting me hornier than ever; I could feel my hungry pussy getting wetter by the. They were too engrossed in their own conversation to be paying too much attention to me.I had been sitting there for twenty minutes or so when the other guest for the night turned up. It turned out well for him that he did turn up when he did because the others were getting quite irritated by all the waiting and form what I could catch from the bits and pieces of their conversation, they would have rejected the latecomer outright if they had shown up any later.The latecomer removed the hood. Just as he had stripped off and was preparing for bed, there was a knock at Colin's door. Who on earth is at my door at 3 in the morning, he grumbled as he crossed the room, pulled on his boxer shorts again and went to the door.He opened it just wide enough to poke his head round, and there stood Stephen. He had a distressed look on his face and stood awkwardly, shuffling his feet. Colin opened the door wider. Stephen was the first to speak."I, uh… I'm not really sure why I'm here," he said.