“I sure hope you don’t get pregnant,” I said as I finished.“Only if it is Master’s will,” Mom replied. Sheesh! Mom was beginning to sound ...ike a religious zealot. I tried to shut my mind to this negative thought lest this so-called Master got pissed at me again. I couldn’t deny something was happening but I still had trouble believing some supernatural entity had taken control of my mother’s mind and was trying to do the same to my mind too.“Why does…Master want us to have sex anyway?” She. Fine. Arlene found a simple fix for that. Why don't you go overto her so she can give you what you want?"He put himself in front of Arlene, fearing the worst. She reached intoher smaller bag and came out with -- oh no -- he knew what it was -- achastity device. It was a short pink tube made of plastic, with theaccompanying ring and a small red padlock in the shape of a heart. Shetook her time donning gloves of thin latex, letting him sufferanticipation of what was to come. Then she. Now, let me tell you that even though I came from a family that was truly a bunch of rednecks and despised black people for no apparent reason, I didn’t feel the same way. In fact, I’ll have to admit that on more than a few occasions I have played with myself and have thought of a big black cock sliding deep inside of me. But I was so dedicated to my marriage that I left these feelings to my innermost thoughts and shunned them from my real life. Not, because of any racial prejudices. We all got hot and sweaty and all hung out in my friend Marks garage. He had a pretty crappy TV in there, but we spent more time talking than watching. We talked a long time untill it got untill about midnight. Then we all headed home. I got lucky and got to walk Ashley home. She said thanks for walking her home (she was scared of the dark) and gave me a hug. I could feel a slight lump in my jeans. She walked next door and I made sure she got in safe. Then I stepped inside, and took off my.