As I handed her the things, I told her what they were. All she really wanted was the riding crop. I think she was getting a bit excited by it all. Wel..., I do love to excite a woman, :-) I gave her a hug, because I felt she needed one. Angela got in her car and started to back out of her spot. I noticed she didn't have her seat belt on? I asked "do you use your seatbelt?" She said " I cant find it?"I told her "pull your car over to that empty spot across the street", pointing. She gave me a. “Have a seat,” he said. “Do you know what happened?”“No,” I admitted.“I bought you.”“What?”“I bought you.”“I don’t understand.”“You are slow I see. I paid thirty-five bucks for you. You’re all mine.”“Huh?”“Damn, stupid! You’re my bitch now. I paid good money and you gotta earn it back for me.”“How will I do that.”“First, you gotta suck my dick. Let’s go to the cell.”We made it to his cell. I nursed his nine inch cock. It was juicy and thick. He kept smacking my booty until he made me bend over.. He gazed in wonder at that pretty face, those keen brown eyes, those soft pink lips – now unleashing a torrent of verbal filth at him: “You like fucking this dirty white bitch, Mister Daniels? You gonna squirt your cum into that asshole? Swill out her shit-cunt with that cock-cream of yours? Fill her brown hole with all your fucking dick-slime? Watch her eat your fucking cum from her shit-pit? ‘Coz this pretty little white girl owns you. You come in here, boy, and bust up her fucking. This is a very detailed long plot, please have the patience to read this and I guarantee you, the majority of this is real. Me a mechanical engineer, rather a student deprived of sex, or deprived of women itself was in a state of relationship with my hand in getting pleasure. During my first year, I had created a friendship with a few girls. One of them was Vedhika, the girl who made me see heaven. She was not a sexy bombshell and not a bad one either.Vedhika had dusky complexion, pout lips,.