" he said, stroking himself as his eyes moved from me to himself on the screen. "Open up wide." I tilted my head back and opened my mouth as wide as i...could. "You love my cum, don't you?" "Yes daddy... Yes, I love your cum. Give it to me... Give it to me, I need it. Shoot your load in my mouth, on my face, get it all over me, Daddy." I begged in a pathetic whisper. Daddy's eyes never left the television and my eyes never left him. I reached my left hand behind me and put two fingers in my. Most of the girls were white and western and it seemed to Tracey that half seemed to be living their dream or living their new life as a slave girl, the other half did not seem to be enjoying the experience so much, probably when they full reality of their new position in life hit them.The annoying thing was though Tracey couldn't get to speak to any of the girls, either they simply did not want to talk to her or their ?masters? would not allow it. In the end Tracey's story was consisting of. By about 3:00am, me and wife, and 3 guys from the block were sitting around my bar having a few last drinks. Someone brought out the shots, and one led to 4. I came out of the bathroom at one point and noticed my wife passed out cold on the couch next to our bar. We had finally outdrank her. I decided it was best to get her up to her room so we could keep our party going and not worry about her waking up and telling everyone to leave. As I struggled to get her to her feet, I realized I needed. She threw us all off with a massive scream that ended suddenly, as she withdrew into a blissful, slow silence. She lay on the bed, in a seeming trance.Craig was obviously moved by his partner’s experience. He didn’t know what he should do. C took control, stripping him quickly. She kissed him deeply, pushing him onto his back next to Kris. She ravished his face. C licked, tickled and kissing the young man around his entire head area. She left me a large area to focus on. I.