Crack after crack lashed across my buttocks as I felt the sting then the heat in my ass. I screamed, but his huge dick stuffed down my throat muffled ...he sound. Every time I screamed my cheeks and tongue wiggled against his dick, and I felt it grow harder and thrust faster. I was giving Mr. Coree a blowjob by screaming."Suck my black dick, Vicky," he said, cracking me over and over with the butt buster. I kicked the air with my legs and feet each time he slapped me. I looked like a little white. .. you could be in for a wonderful ride.”“Forever?”“That’s something only time will tell.”“I hope it’s forever. I don’t think I would be able to live without any of them anymore.”“I can only give you this advice. Don’t worry about it, and just let it all happen and enjoy your time together. We can’t know what the future will bring, but I do know that worrying about things you don’t have any control over, is counter productive.”“I’ll try to do that,” Sandra said lovingly. “And ... I love you. One day, he just stopped. I didn't know why at the time. He wouldn't even look at me. He'd pass by my cage a few times a day, but not even acknowledge me. Why won't he talk to me? Why can't I be called a good girl anymore? One day, I reached out to grab his leg longingly, and he smiled. "Do you want to be a good girl?" he asked. And that was the end of the woman I was. He was asking if I wanted to be raped for his pleasure, so he can watch and see my humiliation. He was asking if I wanted to be. I was not wearing under wear or socks. I left them in my office. I checked my watch as I walked into the small bar. The place was half full. I took a seat at the end of the bar. I ordered a beer. I then looked around. I saw a few girls walking around the bar. There were a few people playing pool. Some were watching a game on TV. A few people were on the dance floor. The music was not very loud. I could hear people talking as I sipped my beer. I then took another sip. My eyes got.