I drew my head back and licked my lips to make then slick and eased my mouth down on his cock. The first two or three attempts ended up with me chokin... just a little but I never took him from my lips and by the fourth or fifth attempt I had him in my mouth down to his balls. David moaned as a way of letting me know he was enjoying my efforts. He was running his hands over my back and shoulders as I was stroking my hard cock with my free hand. After several minutes his breathing had changed and. Her Controller made her cum a lot more now that she didn’t betray it. Pleasure was her reward for obedience. Soon, she would be perfectly obedient. Soon, she would experience perfect pleasure. The orgasm would never stop, then. But for now, she was still chained to the past and the future. She still remembered a time of less perfect slavery, still anticipated a time of more perfect slavery. She hated the past. The past her was not enough of a slave to the Controller, back then, she even had. You slowly move your lips down and around my neck sucking, tasting my soft skin. I moan quietly as the warm feeling moves to my pussy. We pull apart and say “hello”. I then take your hand and lead you upstairs. No sooner as we enter my bedroom you push me against the wall. Your hands cup my breasts through my top. Feeling for my nipples you rub and pinch them to hardness which adds to my wetness. You pull my top off and take off my lacy bra. Your tongue rolls slowly over each mound before. She knew the power that she had over me. She had always been cruel, the epitome of the mean girl cheerleader. She measured me. She looked up at me and said, " huh, 7inches , you just made it. You will be number eight." She wrote on my chest "8." She wasted no time. She dropped her silk robe and assumed a prone position on a black leather fainting couch. She used a velvet pillow to elevate her firm posterior to facilitate entry. Number one was an older, handsome, distinguished looking black man.