It didn’t help that she taunted me, sneering:“What a worthless Slave you are, I don’t think you’ll ever find that dominant side of yours after...this!” I pushed harder and gradually my anus began to open. The plug stretched me uncomfortably wide and I groaned as it gradually filled me until the base was hard against my skin. I relaxed a little, my head still against the floor. There was silence for a minute or two as I think we both reflected on what had happened, the extent to which I was giving. ? ?Yu like it, Im workin dat pussy.? Yea, Work it, work it hard?Megan was being fucked hard, handled like a little rag doll. Antoine held her by the hips, legs up on his shoulders and bent like a pretzel while he rammed his cock home. This big hulk of black man was on top of the petite white school girl.Whenever he could, Antoine was taking photos with Megan’s cell phone. He also had her movie camera up on a tripod filming his exploits. Antoine screamed and yelled at poor Megan, fucking. Stiff. Could you maybe give me a back rub?”“S ... sure.” I said with my eyes glued to the large nipples poking into the jersey material of her shirt.“My eyes are up here. Not right here.” Donna teased me while cupping and squeezing her tits to make sure I would be putty in her hands. “Why don’t you clean up this mess and then come up to my room.”“After I worked and slaved over this feast, you are sticking me with the dishes.” I gave a mock protest.“Don’t worry little brother, it will be worth. I want to be that man the others are talking about when they see you by my side and say, ‘That lucky son-of-a-bitch’.I want to be that man who will use everything in his power protect you from anything that may upset or hurt you.I want to be that man who looks into your eyes, every day, and says ‘I love you… I love you’.And when he tells you ‘Happy Anniversary’ for the next twenty-five years in a row, I want to be that man.”Tears were flowing down both sides, across her dimpled cheeks, and.