Cecile would have a good start for her new life.For three months, Cecil was Heather's only plaything.Then Heather got a call from one of her regular c...stomers. He was having some financial problems, and could no longer afford to keep all his slaves. He knew about Cecile, and wanted to know if she was interested in taking one off his hands.She brought home a light-skinned black girl, Heather named Cecilia.She had long curly black hair and dark eyes. But as soon as she was brought into the. We stood shivering by the ottoman. " Forgive me Mistress, but you should kneel." My jaw dropped in amazement. I couldn't be hearing right. " You're a guest in the lady's house you should do what she asks." I spun around, Richard was there leaning against the door frame my overnightbag in one hand, his briefcase in the other. There was no reason why I should feel guilty. He knew where I was. He couldhave come. That traitorous bitch was going to pay. I'd whip her bloody whenI Her hands pressed. So yelling out I said I want everyone who can tattoo to work on me! good thing that only the four tattooist would work on me.As the night went on, I was So goddamn high I, I wanted work done on my legs, chest, tits, around my pussy, and I was still yelling for more. A few times I started yelling for more not realizing that a few of the guys needed to take a break!After a while, hell if I know how long, I was picked up and placed on my belly. I then felt hands on my hips while a prick entering. Going into a stall, I lock the door behind me and quickly pull down my pants. Leaning forward against the door, I imagine you kissing my back and neck as I rub myself through my panties. The feel of my growing clit through the thin cotton starts my pussy to moistening. I can feel your cock getting harder and bigger against my ass. My knees begin to weaken as the crotch of my panties gets wetter and wetter ... so I stop the delicious torture and lower them to the floor.Sitting on the toilet,.