Not gentle at all. You bite at my pussy lip, spread me with your fingers and have at it like a meal. I want to hold your head, but I'm unable to. I wr...the within your hold. "Do not cum." You say over my pussy. Your tone final. "Yes, sir." I whimper out. Because I'm so close. Having you in person is so testing. I don't half understand my reaction to you to be honest.You rub my wetness through the crack to my anus. You slip your finger in and rub over my clit. You go fast, and stop abruptly. You. If necessary, the laptop could dial 911 for help. Then Joan started the configuration program and followed the on-screen instructions. The Machine needed to learn her physiological responses and characteristics. Joan stripped naked and put on the wrist and ankle cuffs. The wrist cuffs were actually more like mittens, with sensing bands to wrap around each finger. There was a belt and collar with embedded position sensors. A half-hood covered her eyes, but left a hole for her hair in the. So without a job or class to go to it gets dressed like it has to as a Black Owned white pig without underclothes and socks and just hangs around and spends its time ambling over to burger joints, coffee shops, or bars. Increasingly this is in the direction of the primarily Black neighborhoods where its white racist relatives, friends, and acquaintances are less likely to go and where members of the Superior Black race that now own it might see it and know what it is.Typical of newly Black. I thought back to when I first met Harriet. She was at school in the town I live in and lived a few streets away with her mother, a single mother as her father had died a few years ago. Harriet is a strapping girl, a jolly hockey sticks type, 5 foot 10 inches in her stocking soles and wide in the hips, so a big boned girl. Mousey hair with a natural wave, a pretty face with a snub nose and pale grey eyes. More on her intimate details later...Harriet had started to go off the tracks, meeting.