An occasional "fuck you asshole" or "mother fucker" would come out. But more than anything, I was grunting in ecstasy. I was getting railed. I need...d to get fucked so bad. His legs were slapping against the back of my thighs. He kept driving, "fucking bitch" he would say. "Ima own you tonight" he said, and that's when it escalated. I said "fuck you nigger". He stopped and pulled out of me. He pulled off his condom and forced into my mouth at the same time he spit on me and shoved his. As he did so he noticed his long paintedfingernails. So did Tracie."Ooh, hey, that's a pretty color," she said. "What is that?"Tom looked at his long manicured nails, the vibrant color shimmering inthe sunlight. "It's, uh...pink," he said. "Okay, catch you later!" heexclaimed as he ran back inside.As he rushed back into the safety of his apartment he leaned backagainst the door, panting with fear. He looked down and realized he wasgirlishly holding his hand to his chest as his breasts heaved.. .. AGH ... Y-Yes ... Master ... I s-swear...” Then it was suddenly over and Haroun was putting the rod back in the drawer. Ten blazing new weals encircled Belle’s bottom. Sobbing ... partly with the pain but also with relief that it was over ... she remained kneeling there, hindquarters thrusting. Haroun gave them a pat. “Foolish girl,” he said. “You should have known better.” “Y-Yes ... Master...” “Lie down flat again, slave.” Belle did so, wiping the tears from her eyes. It was, she reflected. "I feel so hot and wet for you," she surveyed his body, envisaging his cock deep inside of her. "Ooh I need you," her fingers showed the milky traces of her need as she rubbed faster, "Oh I need you to touch my clit Master... Ooh I need you to beat my pussy... please!" Calaway growled with hunger, unable to resist her anymore and lunged toward the bed, grabbing her up and pinning her against the wall. She panted breathless with excitement as they both knelt on the bed, Calaway moving his.