Four young girls left. Chantelle, short and black, with plump lips that I just want to nibble on, and curves to rival Daytona. I could have a great ti...e with her, I love the idea of a bit of race play, messing with the idea of slavery, checking her teeth, taunting her about breeding her, putting a collar on her and whipping her butt. I imagine forcing her down between my legs, fingers gripping her corn rows as those plump lips tease my swollen clit. I force myself over the edge, moisture. Oh Goddess, give me strength to last another ten minutes, just ten more minutes.'An odd little cry brought me back to the scene in front of me.He was twitching violently. His fingers held Janice tightly to his crotch. He threw back his head and screamed. His eyes met mine for a moment. I could see the fireworks in his eyes, knew at that moment he was beyond caring what I felt. Janice bulged her cheeks, sucked the thick fluid down her throat like it was cold custard. It dribbled from the corners. " Are you alone?" I asked."Karen is here, waiting to get me ready to masturbate," she said."Tell me what happened tonight," I demanded."Helen came home and went to her room," she began. "Apparently, you told Karen to put the swimsuit she borrowed prominently on Helen's bed, so she knew that it was used. First she yelled at me, but I told her that it was not me. Then, when she realized that it was Karen, she demanded that I punish her."As I understood your rules, I didn't have to, but Helen. I don’t think she expected me to just walk in while she’s changing. She starts to say something, but ends up just putting her worn out nightie on before climbing into one side of the bed. Putting my clothes for tomorrow on a chair I strip down to my briefs and climb into the bed on the other side after I turn the bedside light off. Moving across the bed I snuggle up to Mel and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close to me. Very soon I’m asleep while I just hold her to me in a warm.