You are totally available now and unable to do anything except take the pleasure about to be meted out to you. You realize you cannot move any part of...your body except your head.... I remove your blindfold now you are suspended, your eyes on fire with lust and the scent of your fuck juice is in the air. Your breath is ragged and still full of orgasm as you look at me. “You know I love this part of our fantasy" You stop speaking and wail as another orgasm crashes over you from the butt plug.. “Wuz good tho?” (sigh) click... “I’m a 19 year” click ... Over and over again.“You have received a message from...” “Brent”. “Hello Lainey, this is Brent. I’m a 50 year old White man from (an area close by). You sound delightful. What are you up to this evening?”. “Well this sounds too good to be true” I thought. “What’s wrong with this one?” I laughed to myself. I replied. “Not much! Just bored. New to the system. How about you?” I sent my reply and waited. Wading through the quagmire of guys. You'll know if it's wrong."We did this game for a while then we began picking the individual strings for a single note at a time. We went through the major scale from very low to very high. These kids had been practicing and were getting pretty good.I asked if any of them could think of a song that we could learn to play.Greg said, "Mama, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys."Bonita giggled and said, "Let's play that one about 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy."The kids bantered for a while,. Tyrone went up and began to kiss her mouth again while he was feeling her tits with one of his black hands.Elisabeth now took a hold of his T-shirt and pulled it off of him.She began to kiss his black body."Yeah get down on your knees." Tyrone told her.She got down on her knees.Tyrone then unzipped his pants and got out of them.He now stood in front of her in his boxers.He took one of her hands and placed it on his boxer front.Elisabeth could feel his cock inside of his boxers."Now pull them.