Grace noted just a tiny instance of impatience onDale's very open face as his feminised friend appeared to waver aboutrenouncing all thoughts of runni...g away.However Missy eventually promised too, if more hesitantly. Grace knewthat they probably both lied. She was pretty certain they stillharboured hopes of escaping their new home. She was pleased however atjust how well the tiny seeds of division had begun to germinate.Grace's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car on the drive.Trudy. "Yes Mistress." My pussy contracts as he mewls the word, it purrs off his tongue as he buries his head between my thighs again, his tongue delivering long slow licks, before he sucks my clit into his mouth. Grabbing his hair with renewed vigor. “Sweet Jesus," I mutter. Whoa! He is amazing. With a wicked glint in his eyes, flicking my clit hard with the tip of his tongue. "Does Mistress like?" he asks. I nod. "Mistress loves" The way he calls me Mistress has my insides melting. His voice, his. But I didn't think anything of it.It was outside of the city and all by itself at the end of a long dirt road. We heard it long before we could see it. We had gotten much more comfortable about being with the locals by now. Everyone was very friendly and we felt safe wherever we went. Still, I was a little uncomfortable when we went inside and saw that more than half of the crowd was black, far more.But we were not the only white faces in the crowd and we looked at each other and decided to. ?It?ll be more funlike this. Trust me.??Oh Tanya please!?I squealed, wondering how I was ever going to get out of this.Tanya wrinkled hernose at me in disapproval.?You?re quite awhiner aren?t you??I stared at her.?Know what? Idon?t like whiners??Tanya raised herarm and I looked down to see that she was holding my big red ball gag.I gasped ?No!? andtook a step back.Tanya lunged at meand grabbed me firmly by the shoulder again. Then she nodded at me. ?Oh yes,I?m afraid so.??No!? I pleaded asshe.