. "Are you Sally?" I asked, remembering.Her face suddenly softened. "Elizabeth?" Of course," I told her. "I'm Martha. All under control. Give me your ...aggage."She yielded up her luggage and followed me up the stairs. "I'd expected someone older," she said, "I've eaten your meals. They were delicious."I had to laugh. But suddenly I felt very kindly towards this weary innocent."C'mon. Bath and a drink? Champagne on offer?"And so I watched her transform herself from a small and weary waif into a. .."Marisol settled to my left and draped her skirt over her knees. "I understand. From my training, I'm surprised you haven't ejaculated in your pants, Brother! This is ... exciting!"For me, it was like watching an avalanche; there was no stopping it and I would have no help and had no hope -- and I would endure the consequences. I again reached for Javier's fly...Extracting his member was a struggle. I deliberately squeezed it around the base as I did so; he gave me a look, but I said, "It. Fuck it….yes, good, so good. Nigger….ahhh, fuck me…so big….so big. Breed…ahh…breed…ohh…Nigger…breed….me…ohhh…yessss….yessss.’ The Black stud looks down on you….who’s your Master!?, he commands. You look at him…You, you…you own me…you own my pussy. You feel his big, seed heavy balls slapping against your ass. You now beg him to fill you with his hot Black Seed. Breed me…fill me up…give me that Nigger Seed…need it…(gasp)…want it…(pant)…please….please…have to have…have…have it. With a final thrust. “But do you have boobs?”“Yep!” she said, sticking out her chest and shaking her shoulders in a shimmy.We both started laughing loudly, jumped, and then shushed each other.“Well?” she asked, chin shaking in nerves.“You first.”“Okay,” Samantha said without hesitation.Her hands shook as she lifted up her shirt to show what I now know was a training bra. Then, without ceremony, she used her thumbs to push up the remaining material that covered her chest, exposing her two mounds of flesh, each.