I only need one, but…”I sat on my bed and she stood in front of me, too close. The air grew heavy as our reservations crawled out of the room. I r...ached out and took her hand, intending to pull her down, but instead, she pulled me up with surprising strength.I put my arms around her and we just embraced as years of loneliness and frustration were suddenly expunged.“God, that feels good,” Lorraine said.“Yes,” was all I could manage as I tilted her head up and planted my lips on hers. We kissed. She knew that she was to blame for her own actions, or lack of restraint. Another thing she knew was that for all Jeffrey's suave behavior and promises he hadn't really ever backed off. If she hadn't caved so quickly they never would have slipped into a sexual relationship. She had just compounded her problems. Oh God, what am I doing?Finally retrieving her phone from her bag she discovered that the phone call wasn't David but was from her office. Was it her boss or someone else? She didn't. When Rodney came home, hed take me to bed and have his way with me. Ronnie came down from Charleston to visit his brother in Miami. He stayed from Christmas to New Years. Constant three-ways ensued. Normally I took cum in my throat, my ass, my face, my stomach, or my tits, but on December 31st, I took it in my pussy. Rodney was on top of me, powerfully slamming into me. Shaking the bed, pinning me down, snarling at me, royally fucking me. I was cumming nonstop under that big black brute. Then. “T-toy? Who are you, what is this place?” That was the first of many mistakes I would make that night. She slapped me hard across the face, her long, sharp, polished nails digging in to my cheeks.“You will learn, toy, not to interrupt me. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old slave, he was getting out of shape. So useless he was. I, as you may have guessed if you have anything between your ears, am your new owner. You will refer to me as ‘mistress’. I will refer to you as.