The film stopped, leaving peter gasping and feeling overwhelmed ademanding throb at the head of his penis and in a crazy way he felt lost.However anot...er video starts after only a few minutes. Peter closed hiseyes, the pictures from the film vivid in his mind as he turned andtwisted, his penis constantly tingling between his legs, making him feeldesperate to rub it, yet, though he tried and tried he couldn?t get at itthrough the thick wet nappy and so the night went on and on.He must have. There are just too many slaves now and it will get confusing to change their names again in a week."From now on, your name is 'River'." I initially thought of it because she cries a lot, but then I realized she also somewhat resembles a character on one of my favorite TV shows. "You will never use your old name again. Is this understood?" I asked."Yes, Master." she replied, sobbing again."What is your name, slave?" I prompted."...River." she responded."Have you already forgotten the proper way. Despite the pain, "Yes you fuckin' bastard" I began "I want a fuckin' black cock more than I want your fuckin' worthless cock" I added and the next few lashes were even harder than those before and by now I was in tears as the pain just got too much. He heard me crying and stopped, moved around in front of me, grabbed my hair once again and lifting my head up, "You fuckin' mean it whore?' he asked "You want a fuckin' niggers cock more than your own husbands?" he added. I looked up at him. You step forward, pushing against the car. You run your fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. You kiss me softly, listening to me moan, kissing me full-on, hard and passionately, our tongues exploring each other. Our hands roam over each others bodies, your hands massaging and caressing my breasts. My hands resting on your ass squeezing it gently before moving round your hips and expertly finding the zip on your trousers, I start to undo it. Feeling the cool night air on your cock, you.