"I can do a lot better than this."Anna sat up with a gasp, pressing her lips to his with every ounce of her desperate need. She moaned into the kiss a... she felt him tug on the belt of her robe.James' lips moved to her neck, hungry love bites that let her know that he was just as turned on as she was. She tugged up his shirt, and he leaned back just long enough for her to pull it off, revealing his perfect chest. Even as she tossed his shirt aside, he leaned back in and engulfed one of her light. I mean, Ivy wanted to be a girl and suck blackcock; she might be well going all the way. But, think of what shouldhave happened to those white southern belles and their husbands,"stated Cari."Yep, put in chains and used by their new black masters and mistressesuntil they collapsed in a state of sexual bliss," added Tasha."Malcolm and I will use her first, but feel free to play around as youwatch," stated Tasha.I felt the sharp tug of the leash connected to my collar and led downthe hall. Tasha. It almost as if I had a stranger threatening to strangle me with a rope or cord, except the pressure was lighter. But that could change any minute with the wrong moves!More touches! Fuck! I jumped a foot, or tried to - owww - hurt the larynx.Damn, this is scary - I don't think it is the same person... I can't struggle now - I will choke to death. No... No... no... what is happening?! Touch - touch - touch... it's gentle, but I still don't like it! Wow - am I ever vulnerable now. If it. Instead he was wearing his thick rimmed glasses and an orange shirt and green sweat pants. We share a science class and he's not real talkative, but knows his stuff so me and a some others use him as a study and lab partner. "Hey Mark," I said loudly over the dance music. "Are you a pumpkin?" I joked."What?," he asked not really loud enough to hear. He said something else, but I didn't make it out.I moved right up to him. "I didn't know you were a brother," I said loudly by his ear."I'm.