He ordered me to come closer to him. When I was right in front of him, he pushed me down onto my knees and lifted my face up to look at him."You want...a promotion, dear Ana? You must earn it…" He said.He lowered my mouth and let me take his cock in slowly. I really wanted to taste that dick so bad…I took my hand and began stroking his cock while my red lips kissed and sucked on the tip of that magnificent hard piece of meat.For a few moments I did it very softly; but then I took his cock all. We went on to discuss game play for a few minutes, then rejoined Anya and Jenna.I was right--the girls were all good players. The first few hands saw Jenna and Anya pull ahead, though Natalie and I were never very far behind. Still, it took a very difficult slam and inspired play by Natalie to put us over the top on the final deal. A spirited post-mortem ensued, with the four of us concluding that Anya and Jenna had defended correctly, but Natalie had found the only way the slam could succeed. I am sure that some will not like the white slave/Black Master dynamic, but for those of you who do…we thank you for taking the time to read our story. We are excited about sharing our experience with you all as we have enjoyed several of your stories. We appreciate feedback.) His Slut The journey of a naïve lily white woman… Wow, what a journey it has been. I never knew that the hidden truths of self-imprisonment were so deeply rooted in fear… in fear of being viewed as a slut or a submissive.. Something’s missing I think.” They thought about it for a moment. They looked at each other too. Hoping to discover that passion they had earlier they sat there, in her living room, and stared into one another’s eyes. Nothing. Not a single drop of passion seemed to fill their souls at all.. “Come here, will you?” she said as she took hold of his hand. “Down here, okay?” She led him to her home office. A nondescript office like room, it had a desk, and it also had two chairs in front of it. It.