The stereotype that black men have huge dicks is true. Seeing all those big black cocks in person made my cock get hard and already had some pre-cum o... my dick. I had to figure some way to get my mouth on those dicks and even try to get fucked by one of these guys.One guy asked me where all the action was. I decided this was my cue. I told him to go ahead and sit down and I’d be glad to get things started. He sat down and knelt down in front of him and took his cock in my hand. I could barely. What was he going to say? What was he going to do? And just before I made the decision to bail out and head home, Chad did something I never expected. He smiled at me, winked, and then disappeared under the surface to join his brother in an underwater race. It took me a moment to register what just happened. Did Chad catch me eyeing him up and down? Did he really see that, then smile and wink at me? Then it hit me. Did David see the whole thing? That answer was instantly answered with. She was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She was a toy, but he still wasn’t playing with her. Why wasn’t he playing with his toy?The thought was immediately slapped down by a bigger, stronger thought: It is not your place to question your master.The new thought was right. She wasn’t here for her pleasure, but for his. She was only here to be played with. She was toy now, and Master would play with her when he wanted to.“Look at you. The truth is, your real plan. He felt her somewhat rugged skin brush against his and shivered,loving the sensation of such a powerful lover. He could get used to thishe thought, visions of Delana as his obedient but fiery slave dancing infront of his half-closed eyes. He saw her rosy cheeks bounce high abovehim as she happily took him in thrust by thrust and he felt as if he wasfinally rewarded for his months of patient suffering."D-Delana..." he whispered between jolts of pleasure. "You're... finallymine." And you're....