He had would never have admitted to anyone that lately he had been feeling a little tired and jaded from all the effort he put in to ensure that 'his ...roject' continued to make progress. It had been hard work keeping focus but now he felt he didn't have to make excuses for the sight of these beautiful Indian ladies had given him ideas and now he had new objectives and initiatives to pursue.Since meeting them at the welcoming reception he had taken time to learn about their backgrounds,. " Came his sheepish answer."Look, I have to meet my girlfriend for dinner. Would you like to have drinks at the Holiday Inn bar, say around nine? And if we all get along well enough, maybe we'll go upstairs." Brian asked him, struggling to keep his voice steady and confident sounding. He could see Sal's erection returning beneath the towel."Yeah, nine o'clock, that sounds good." Great. The Holiday Inn downtown, nine o'clock."As Brian told the story over dinner I was amazed, scared and excited. “You ready to feel my big dick in your tiny white hole, boy?” He asked. “Yes daddy!” I loudly moaned as he pulls my panties to the side and forces the tip of his dick in using his massive amount of pre-cum as lube. He teases my tight boy pussy with his huge, black, veiny cock. "OMG, it's so huge!" I think to myself while he thrusts his BBC gently into my tight ass, going a little deeper with every thrust. "Are you ready to take this big black dick, slut?" He asked. As a good little femboy. It was the pin darts, which she had suffered from before at the hands of the other slaves. The darts were something new to the men and they were only able to draw blood and not stick to Cindi’s body. Cindi was crying continually feeling the pain all over the front of her shapely body. Now blood was flowing from all over her stomach and tits down into her cunt. It felt warm as it ran between her cunt lips and on to the ground. She almost looked like a candy stripper with long lines of blood.