I didn't recognize my surroundings. I tried to sit up and look around the room but I couldn't move. I didn't see anything holding me down. No straps o... cuffs. No visible bonds of any kind, but I definitely could not move anything but my head. I panicked. I fought whatever object or power held me to the surface I was laying on until I was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. That was when I saw "It" for the first time. Just for better clarification let's call "It" Sam. It's a good name, not. "I just sat there. I guess the word flabbergasted was invented for occasions like this. The woman in front of me had lost her cool, stylish control. Slow tears ran down her face now."I," I began."Bruce," she went on. "Telling you this has always been impossible. You see — Estelle never allowed me to tell you. She forbade it — forbids it. She threatens to leave me, if I do. She protects me, I need her. She has always been there for me."Myriam looked away. "Only when it was too late," she went on. Then I climbed up on the bed and smothered my bitches face with my dripping wet pussy and exclaimed "EAT IT BITCH BOI."I was so excited from the erotic events taking place and my sexy slave boy Stephens hot body that as soon as I felt his tongue hit my pussy I came on his face in a flood of hot sweet juices. He loved it and was in heaven. He had always fantasized about me squirting on his face and he sucked it up like a hungry kitten lapping up milk from a saucer.I reach over and grab the anal. Getting of the ledge I put my cock away and stood there, trying to fight off the tears when Hunter came back in. My heart sank, this was the moment I get my head kicked in and laughed at in school. He made his way towards me lifted his hand up and as I braced myself I get a smack in the mouth, but not by his fist, by his lips. His hand had reached up and grabbed the back of neck, pulled me in and planted one great, if not wet, kiss on me.That was enough to make my cock go rock solid in my.