I was once again living the life of a crack whore, my mental awareness too gone to try to rebel and my sexual addiction loving each moment as every st...ange black prick stroked my spread open fuck hole and filled it with their warm man juice. I’m not sure how I could have enjoyed myself, but I did and I swallowed Fletch’s big load of cum as we rode back to my place. Lamar and Duron were jealous that they couldn’t ride in the back with me, but I sucked each of them off in my condo parking lot,. I beg pardon... Master...”And again!“Aaaiiieeeee!”The tops of the long white thighs were unmarked and Quentin laid the sixth and final stroke there, drawing a yelping cry of torment from his victim.Quentin strolled back and replaced the cane whilst Julia remained, weal-striped bottom upthrust, white shoulders heaving. Painful as it had been, she had expected worse.Also, she had not been reported to Miss Judith. Thus, in a slave’s world, she had something to be thankful for! At that moment,. But unattainable. She was devoutly religious and, he was sure, as chaste as the Virgin Mary."That's great Mr. Best. Can I talk to some of the students?" No problem. I have a little office there that you can use." Good. Then, Reverend Wilson, I'd like to talk to you this afternoon if that's possible?" It's Mrs. Wilson's day to go to market," the preacher said, "so I take a lunch to my office. I'm sure she'll be happy to make an extra sandwich and we can have lunch together." Mrs. Wilson. He loved the way her spine led his eyes to the top of her Brazilian shorts, right where her narrow waist rounded into her full, rounded buttocks. A blessing of her latina heritage. Did he like? She looked at him in the mirror, catching the expression on his face. Yes, he liked. Your move, she thought to herself. He got up from the sofa and in three steps was right behind her. He bent his head down and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. He raised his hands from his sides and skimmed her.