It was raw fire. It was agony. It was wonderful. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercy, standing with hands on his hips, staring into my ey...s, watching as my fear and pain turned to need then lust. We fucked like animals, oblivious to the outside world. Grunting and crying out our pleasure as he muttered, White slut, cunt, whore . . ., unrelenting in his assault on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to fuck me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around. Just like you are.“Why? Why are you here in me?”I don’t know. Honest, I don’t.“Miranda, you’re talking in your sleep again,” the woman next to us spoke. “Wake up, dear. Now you can start over.”“Yes, Mother,” the girl said.So you’re Miranda. Nice to meet you, too. You don’t have to speak out loud. I can hear your thoughts.“You can’t!” she thought. At least it wasn’t out loud.I can. Please talk to me. Please tell me who you are and where I am.“I am a poor sinner and you have come to torment me. Nothing had really changed but I had been very conscious of her body since today began with me waking sometime in the night after sleep had finally cleared whatever bug had been bothering me. She was crying in her sleep and that alone would have been enough to get me from my bed to hers to offer consolation. All the same I was very aware that we were both naked!That nakedness had led us to talk about the degree of control Earl expected to exercise over her body; it felt much less surprising to. She had to havethat unique taste on her tongue, the salty, slightly metallic, distinctiveflavor of spunk. Her short fingers curled around Reggie's shaft as far asthey could, and stroked it tenderly, while her active mouth continued toperform like that of an expert.She felt him tense up, heard him grunt, and then the longed for gouts ofwhite cream were blasted onto her tongue, rolled toward the back of hermouth, and slid down her throat. All the while she continued sucking andpumping,.