What could he do? Theblack man's dark eyes simply burned into him, unflinching, unwavering,unblinking. Neil felt his knees weaken, his stomach began t... feel funnyand he felt a tightness in his throat... this huge, black monstrositycould do whatever he wanted with him and there was nothing he could do tostop him!Slowly, deliberately, the black man raised his massive right hand. Neil looked at it, but didn't flinch. He didn't know if the black manwas going to hit him or strangle him, or... his. She had been transformed into a comic work of art.Sheryl slid her thong back on while balancing on her mini-stage. Ricky immediately began swirling his magic into the white cloth making it blend in perfectly with the rest of his creation. As he completed this task, he quickly adjusted his equipment. He appeared to be adding small details all around Sheryl's left breast."OK, just about done," he announced. We just need the fingerprints to finish it off. Do you want to do it? Or your boyfriend?". I own Helga in the same sense that you now OWN me. My Master, My Shawn! Up until now I was her Mistress, but since I'm now your slave I can't continue to do that. Looking at it another way, I owned her by virtue of her NEED to be owned and abused."I was feeling more and more upset with this the more she talked. As I thought back about how she had changed from this afternoon I got even more upset. She was living the lifestyle, apparently for years. Up until now I was playing, but the more I. She reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her curvy hips. She was wearing white lace panties. He instructed her next to put her hand down the front of her panties and play with her pussy, to get herself wet. Naturally, she obeyed. He watched the play of expressions on her face for a moment before returning his eyes to her hand. His cock felt ready to burst. LaRain Bardeux, the sexiest woman he had ever seen, was standing in front of him with her blouse opened, wearing.