Us din Mansa black color ka long,fullsleeve. Loose or bina sholder ka top tha jo ki uske chucho se start tha. Or usne black jeans ke shorts pehan rakh... tha or black color ki bra thi plastic strip wali or black color ki penty. Jab use le gya to hamne dekha ek ladka apni gf k smooch kar raha tha or uska ek chucho bahar tha jo use daba raha tha or use chus bhi raha tha. Mansa ne dekha to mera hath kas k pakad liya. Me use wash room me le gya girls wale me,Waha 3 cabin the to hum ek me chale gaye. I gently pulled them off her and sat back to lean on the counter. "Go ahead, feel my twat if you wish, I don't mind."I nodded again and brought both hands to it. I rubbed both sides of it and shook in the process. Needless to say, both hands got rather wet, and my heart rate skyrocketed too. After a moment, I looked at Lexi to see one finger in her mouth; she smiled at me.I could tell she was more than horny and made me more than turned on too. I got used to her pussy, feeling it for a few. They continued to treat me the same and so did my friends. The only thing that changed was my mom. The same year I came out, she bought me a dildo for my birthday. This was a real shocker but I accepted the gift and anxiously waited to use it. That night I was in my room and decided to try it out. I started by giving it a blowjob to lube it up. Then I slowly began to push the rubbery shaft into my asshole. It felt great. I slowly worked it in and out loosening my hole more with every cycle.. I feel vulnerable. I expect Tahlana to speak peace or reassurance into my mind, but she doesn't. She lets me feel weak and exposed. I may even sense a confirming mental push from her.‘You are unique among human slaves. Your eyes are different.’ Tahlana hisses in my head again. I know I should panic at those words. I try, but I can’t force it. I let the horrific images of the slavery I know flit across my mind instead. ‘Now, now. None of that. Our Masters cherish their slaves. They are.