’ ‘Never?’ ‘No. Honest. Almost. Once.’ He laughs a small laugh and looks up at me. His eyes are gleaming that emerald green again. ‘Come h...re,’ he says. I slowly walk to him. I love the way he looks. I think he’s going to say something wise and profound about human sexuality. Or shame and guilt. I want to hear something that puts me at ease with the situation of my white lover finding an eight inch black cock in my nightstand drawer. He doesn’t say anything. Ben Sheppard grabs my two wrists in. Her focus on Master, she didn't mind. I'm not certain if she even noticed.I knelt to remove her shoes, then her pants and panties. The odor of her arousal was absolutely luscious and I sniffed deep at her blooming blossom. I kissed it, blessing it as an offering to my Master, then stood and kissed her forehead."You are a very lucky girl, Sela, to be the object of Master's desire," I told her. "Are you ready?" Oh yes!" she cried "Yes!"I propelled her towards bliss with a pat on her cute naked. The computer roared into life. After a minute it was silent and my wait began. The minutes ticked off the clock like hours. Maybe she would walk in the door at 3:20 and spill out the nastiest, most embarrassing fetish. She wants me to piss on her or something equally wild. 3:20 came and went, along with that hope. Maybe she is stuck in traffic. By 4:30, I realized that probably wasnt the case. She is with another guy right now, I thought. At this very moment, a man is sticking is filthy dick. "Focus on the job."You can even shut me up afterwards. It'll be our little secret."Focus on… well, she was right. I could get away with it if I wanted to. There weren't any cameras in this cell from what I recalled. And it's not like anyone would question a psycho if she was having sex or not. They would just pass it off as a delusion. I yanked with all my might before I buckled the arm straps, finishing her cage. Then she turned back, staring at me with deep hungry eyes. She tugged at her.