I think I screamed - I can’t remember. The next thing I know I had both my hands in his hair pulling him into me. The whole world melted away. Al... that existed was a bright white light, me and Mike. I could feel the pressure building inside me. I knew I was gonna climax. I had made myself do it a few times before but it was never like this. It was never this intense - this extreme. The pressure kept building and building - I thought I was gonna explode or something. Mike was. He then seemed to focus on one particular spot. It had to be her nipple. He could have hours of endless fun fiddling with that I thought. Once her nips became engorged she could end up having one small orgasm after another if you played with them long enough. I just hoped he wouldn't find out.She turned to look at him. I could see her eyes were hooded even from where I was sitting. He said something to her as she took hold of his hand and removed it from her breast. She shook her head. No, she. I am sitting here at my laptop wearing my favourite clothes, bra, thong,garter belt and stockings, 4" black pumps. I am also suitably plugged andcock gagged. I have pierced nipples, ears and belly button and across myass cheeks I have shemale whore tattooed.It started when I was about 12 1/2 when I was orphaned and went live withan aunty, not a real aunty. She was a stunning woman, single, very sexyand unknown to me very perverted. Being very naive at that age, I had noidea what she was doing. These figures were quite unlike the black-skinned men, although they were similarly shaven and naked. Their faces were different. Their skin was not as black, though none had skin nearly as pale as that of your tribe. They didn’t carry weapons, but they swiftly overwhelmed us and bound our hands and legs together.’ ‘Who were these people?’ ‘I didn’t know at the time. In a sense, I didn’t need to know. But they were what we later came to know as ‘slaves’. It was a word that at the time had no.