I'll lube my cock up good. Trust me." "I trust you," he said and kissed me again. I got the vasaline and rubbed a ton of it in his hole, and soaked my...dick with it to avoid pain for him. After the intense fingering and all the lube I slid in. He let out a yelp of pain, but I told him it would be okay and it the pain would be gone soon. I thrusted slowly and steady a few times, and after a minute or two of slight yelps of pain, he was moaning in pleasure. "O god, o joeyy, yess, I need your. “I want to pay my reparations but branding would hurt so much. I could never stand it. Couldn’t I be a slave and pay my reparations without branding?”Corecia explained in a soft voice, “I know it’s scary but the only way for you to legally become a slave is to ask to get branded. I was scared too. But it only hurt for a little while. Look at the videos behind us. Look at how our white ancestors hurt the Black race for centuries. It’s only fair that you experience a little bit of the pain that. "Maybe," Eliana the pilot told me. "It depends on which plane you draw for the return trip. You probably would have gotten a Citation II for a flight this length, but we were what was free on such short notice."I eased myself into the driver's seat, leaned over and kissed Kelli before buckling up my seat belt. The Hertz agent was waving us towards an open gate in a fence that separated the tarmac from the road. Once I was through the gate I stopped long enough to get the Very nice GPS. Whateverthey were putting into my system made me want to be fucked. But I didn'tjust want to cum. I still wanted to win. I wanted to go home and go backto being normal.George came in me, filled me up with his cum. I felt like there was agallon of it. My asshole ached and burned, but I felt victorious. With myass full of his milk, I knew I was one step closer to going home, andgoing home with my cock.Then the hunger hit me. What had just happened to me, that big cockpounding my ass, filling it.