I sit up in the chair, my mistress still has not spoken to me. I look down at my penis, now soft, and my shaved legs and balls, it looks strange, but ...ot unpleasent. Then i notice the tatoo, "Property of Mistress Black 001". I'm branded for life.She clicks her fingers and i stand up, she still holds the riding crop which she briefly threatens me with, so i jump to it, i'm also starting to get hard again, now i'm able to look at her. One sharp crack of the riding crop on my penis solves that, i. ‘Hello, sir!’ Shruthi mam said.One of my friends tapped a pencil. Everybody was looking at me. I stood up, still was like under the effect of heavy smoking. ‘Your name?’ she smilingly asked. I was nuts. I was still into her. I didn’t hear the question so I said, ‘Yeah mam,’ and again got lost in my thoughts.‘Your name baba,’ she pressed.‘Okay Mam,’ I said.The class started laughing hard at me. I was a fun loving guy being the entertaining star of the class. But little did I know that I was to. ‘You were mentioned in a discussion on a cable television talk show.’ Crystal sighed. ‘I didn’t know about any of that. I didn’t know the band was the subject of any radio coverage whatsoever. And I didn’t know that anything was said about us on American television. Please, Simon, tell us what you know.’ Neither Simon nor Alexandra knew much about what was actually said on Samuel Hedrick’s radio show Voice of Reason. They were no more likely to listen to the rants of a right-wing radio pundit. She moaned as he fucked her tight pussy. She felt liberated. She felt relief; finally getting what she had wanted. She felt like she was going to come. Jackson fucked harder, her arse against the cold wall of the cinema. The noise of the film was masking any sounds that Amber was making. “You're going to make me come,” Amber breathed. “I’m going to come too,” Jackson replied, his breathing changing. Within a few seconds, Amber was digging her nails into Jackson’s shoulders as he thrust faster.