It takes you but five minutes to reach your flat – you live on the other side of the street.As you are about to open the case you hear a car stoppin... before the building. You carefully raise the curtain to get a better view. Four people got out of the car – 3 males and an attractive female, all wearing black suits (and skirt in brunette's case). They quickly enter the building that you were in just a few minutes ago.After fifteen minutes they walk out of the building, a bulky male and a female. “The next time you say that word, this will stop. You do understand that don’t you?” His voice had softened a little, but still held a timbre of authority that brooked no nonsense.“And you are prepared to wear the brand and mark of your master?” His questions seemed annoying more than anything, but she supposed he had to be sure, because once done, it was irreversible.“I understand and comply. Please mark me the sole property of my master.” It was the pre-planned and practiced response required. I'd always known I could sing, kind of. And I'd known I could sing loud; after a few drinks I could rattle the glasses behind the bar with "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" or "Ghost Riders in the Sky" or whatever. But that was just fooling around. After I did my audition, though, the choral director called me over to one side."I must tell you first, we cannot use you in chorus," he told me flatly. "You are too much, too strong. But." He held up his hand palm outwards as I started to turn away.. ” Her dad was unaware that this was not Sandy’s first black man but she had only had black meat between her legs…not in her mouth. Nervously she opened her mouth as the African held her and the shiny head of his rich black cock slid into her mouth. He pressed a couple more inches in until she began to gag. He pulled back a little for her to catch her breath but then began stroking her mouth as she looked up at him. Her blue eyes were opened wide and tears began to well up in them as the.