Nevertheless he did not linger when he left Lucy’s fuck chamber and he did not make eye contact with anyone on his way out to the street.He saw the ...lack girl when he passed through Jericho on his way home. She was striking, her skin almost translucent, tall, slender, but very feminine. He was hard immediately. He’d heard stories about black women, everyone knew what they were like. Fuck machines, they were, always ready to take on any and all comers. Comers. Heh. He liked the term. He’d be one. But she couldn't so much as shift her soft young ass an inch in either direction to relieve her discomfort: that's how tightly her dad had bound her.It was weird, but she was almost relieved when her daddy returned. After all, she couldn't imagine being left in this position any longer! It was too weird, too awkward. So he'd had his fun binding her up, she figured, and now he would undo her. He might fuck her again but that was better than being left in this state, the traumatized girl. As I walked into the front room there she was, asleep with her face buried into the sofa with her back to me, I walked through into the kitchen and got a beer from the fridge and walked back into the front room and sunk onto the 2 seater sofa.I sat and watched as she slept, she never stirred for the 10 minutes I sat there looking at her, she looked great with her pink halter neck top, her blue denim skirt and tights, I was slowly getting aroused as I stared at her arse tight against her skirt.. When he’d first entered, however, she hadn’t been so sure. ‘Take your eyes off my shit,’ Mint says when he catches her looking at the worn leather bag at his feet. He has a smirk on his lips and he makes a show of raking his eyes from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, pausing at all the juicy parts. ‘Fuck you Mint,’ Mira says after a charged moment of silence passes between them. She thinks of the bag in her own closet. A big leather designer bag she’d picked up at an outlet mall.