..''''here lets put you a cute collar , dont be shy , you are a very nice young lady ,i will make you into a strong women''i watch the teen black girl...get a collar and a leash''and you? you like this cute girl dont you?''i nod ''you want to kiss her nice tits for me?''she pull the teen to me, i saw the black teen i her knees tits bouncing , being offered to meand i kiss her tits ''good boy, kiss her , shes a cute girl , cute girls deserve to be treated like they are a treasure''''good boy, tell. She was flushed. I couldn't tell if she was angry or aroused. She looked right into my eyes for a very long time and then asked, "You are aroused right now, aren't you? Telling me your story turned you on. How do you feel about that?"I explained my two brain theory to her. I told her that a part of my brain hated these things I was doing. But that part of my brain had become increasingly mute. The other part of my brain, the part that was turned on by these things I was doing and was enjoying. It wasn't Mr Morrison's hand, although I quite fancied being spanked by him. Then I felt it again, it was hard, hot and wet. It was his lovely cock. I felt it again, against my wet snatch and then I felt his big head against my opening. I pushed back a little to get him inside me, but he just chuckled and moved away. I pushed back further, earning a cry of protest from Linda as my mouth left her pussy. I started licking her again and I nearly cried out loud in frustration about not getting his. Reshma had described her stats to me already, which was 36-30-36. She locked the hall door and took me to the room without wasting much time. We needed no introduction to each other. By that time, my tool was already erect, and I started caressing her big soft boobs.We locked our lips and started kissing each other madly. It was a long smooch, and I sucked her lips and then kissed her cheeks, forehead, and neck. I have a weakness for armpits, and I started to smell Reshma’s armpits. The smell.