By the tenth stroke my body was now feeling owned. Now I belonged to that black bastard, Horse.I felt completely dominated by that brutal nigger…Now...I was raising my hips to meet his thrusts which were increasing to an unbelievable pace. I was a bitch in heat for his cock.Every fourth stroke of his huge cock, I was cumming.The intense orgasms were overwhelming my own senses. He finally came in my cunt after an hour of continuous fucking. I cried out with pleasure at having my pussy filled with. I didn’t mind. Forewarned is forearmed.At first, Jasmin would just sit with me in the kitchen while I cooked, or on the couch as we watched TV. Her quiet laughter grew more frequent, her hugs longer, and, eventually, she sat next to me, smiling shyly when I put my arm around her shoulder.Intimacy took a while and I was okay with that. Jasmin was unsure, a novice, and clearly working to take a bigger step; a harder psychological step. I did nothing but encourage her, responding to actions, never. The skirt was too small and showed off most of my ass, while the lycra top was stretched so tight as to be almost seeing through. I had worn a tiny pink panty and no bra. Some of his friends were kind of cute and I wanted to see their reaction. Thinking back on it, he was the one who couldn’t take his eyes off me. Maybe he really did have a secret thing for me. To tell the truth, the only reason I had not had much sexual experience was due to the fact that I found Jitu, and my dad, Prahlad, so. Luckily, it was an uneventful life, so it finished quickly.”“You’re cute, and tell a good story. It almost seems like I’m there in the cockpit with you. I take it you were in the Air Force? I doubt you’d have bailed with a plane full of passengers.”He gave the woman another evaluation. She was young, perhaps early thirties, with clear skin, straight black hair and deep brown eyes. The colorful flower tattoo showing through her parka around her neck revealed she still enjoyed her life. She was.