Oh, it doesn’t make a difference. Have fun and be home by midnight. Do you all understand?”“Yes, Mom!” we chorused.And so, it came about that ...n Saturday at seven, we all showed up at Cindy’s house, dressed in solid black, to pick up our date. Black was something Cindy had plenty of since she often wore a black dress to play in the community orchestra. Betty and Mark were both puzzled that we were all in black and then saw Keith head out to pick up his date, also dressed completely in black.Not. "She fell silent.He continued, even though his dick demanded access. She needed this."You disobeyed me, Renee," he said. "Repeat this: 'I disobeyed my master. I deserve to be punished.'"She stared at him dumbly.Claude prodded her with his head, stretching the opening, and she gasped."Say it, " he commanded, and backed up the order with a mental blast of pain.She took a shuddering breath."I- I didn't obey my m-master," she said haltingly. "I ... deserve ... I deserve it."He shook her. "Deserve. It was like he was in another world, sweat poured from both of them as he trusted harder and harder. She met each thrust willingly, eyes now half open and mouth agape. The word "yes" over and over as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him to keep him from going anywhere but back into her awaiting hole. They went on in what seemed like forever the shock waves of her orgasms rocking him back, forcing him to have to control himself from exploding inside her every time she contracted on him. He. What got me off the most was the way Hillary stared at my thick brown cock stretching her tiny white pussy. Several times during the night, she would slow me down just to look with wide eyed awe at my cock plunging in and out of her. I knew I was the first non-caucasian person she has ever been with, much less a guy. And I could tell she was getting off on it, getting hornier and wetter each time her blue eyes stared at my dark dick penetrate her. She knew how to push my buttons too. She knew I.