For some reason this made me angrier, what were they doing in there? Trying to work up another scheme to get me into bed.I had a sudden irrational tho...ght, 'If Robert wanted me to fuck another man, maybe I should just go a head and do it.' I'd been faithful to him for the ten years I'd known him, and believe me -- when I say that I've had plenty of opportunities.As I stood in the hallway looking in on the two men I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually "be" with a black man.. Then Francine remembered who she was. She was a Slave and must do as she was told, deeming no task too menial and no pain too great as long as her Mistress demanded it of her.The Lady Fortescue, meanwhile, was looking down at the poor Francine and laughing inwardly as she saw the sweat pour down that hateful tall body. She saw the muscles straining on those extended arms and tired shoulders and exulted to think of the agonies the poor wretch must already be suffering, a hundred yards into a six. Thodi der baad hi maine apna sara cumuski chut me daal diya ab megha bhi shant ho gayi thi. Thodi der me usake paas hi leta raha phir achaanak wo uthi or mujhase rote hui boli tumane jo karna tha kar liya ab plz mujhe akela chor do ye keh kar wo apne kapare uthaate hui bahar chali gayi kuch der baad wowapas aayi or ek side me rakhi chair me jaakar baith gayi me uske paas gaya or use peeche sepakad liya usne mujhe hataate hue kaha . Tumne jo kiya achaa nahi kiya ab dekhna tumhare saath kya hota. Make it mind blowing and it might be no strokes. Well?” “Yes, yes, of course.” I couldn’t agree any faster. Zofia giggled as she scrambled up the bed and lent against the wall. “Come on” she said, still smiling. I smiled back. This was my home ground now. I loved licking Kayleigh, my head between her silky thighs as I made her scream in delight. Mind you it was never for such a prize. Less strokes of the cane, now that was a real incentive. I.