Shut up and let me get on with it..."Rue du Normandie, Paris, November 22ndCaerys' feet ached, her head hurt, her eyes were gritty and stinging, and t...e cold wind across the park was cutting through the bloodied shirt she was still wearing as though it weren't there at all. She still couldn't keep the grin from bubbling up on her face again and again as they trudged over the grass and gravel pathways.She was free! It wasn't how she'd imagined it — she'd hardly dared imagine it, often — but it. ..let's keep this vibe going. Kimber, babe let's show Leigh Ann a good time." I swanned my hand between Kimber's legs and rubbed hard, stroking her crevices. "Just humor him, Leigh Ann...he gets this way." "You're damn right...follow me."We went to the back; I encouraged the reluctant Leigh Ann by groping and pushing her tight, round ass ahead of me. She didn't seem any more unsure than Kimber the first times we went to the back, just playing hard-to-get and a little uncertain. I shut the door. .two...” Sambo began counting, his impatience and anger mounting audibly.Then it happened. Captain Beauragard slowly began to unbutton his pants. In a moment they were undone. He glanced over to his wife, tears in his eyes, shaking in fear of his black oppressor. His young wife looked away, disgusted and ashamed of the humiliating spectacle her husband had become in just minutes before the power, strength, and confidence of her ex-slave, Sambo.“Get ‘em down!” Sambo shouted.Startled and. ..So, when I started chatting recently with a new girl, it just seemed like more of the same. ClassyLady made it clear she was into cybersex. I told her in our first few chats how I felt about it. I thought it was a joke, seriously. I repeated my feelings in our next couple of chats. But this girl was not the type to take no for an answer. She set out to seduce me, being the sexy seductress she is. Hell, it was more like rape. Let's see if I remember how the chat went. I may have to refer to.