Eventually, I may want to move on, too... which is why your realeducation is about to begin."Charlotte reached up and gently pushed Gene down to his k...ees. "Now, baby,lesson one is that when Mummy is talking, you can always be using yourmouth productively... start by kissing Mummy's toes."Gene blushed again, wondering whether Mummy had been looking at the nastyfiles he kept on his laptop... of course she had. Gene removed one of herinsanely expensive high-heeled sandals and sniffing her. “James! Oh, I must have dozed off! What time is it?” He chuckled and gently squeezed her firm breast. “Needed a little rest after a busy afternoon?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned down at her. She looked away, then slowly shook her head. “I . . .I couldn’t do it,” she said quietly, then gave him a run-down of what had happened with Samantha. When she finished, she looked up at him, her hand resting on his knee. “It just didn’t feel right without you.” He smiled, leaned down, and. This time as he mounted her, she felt his dog cock push against her asshole and start working into her. He fucked her ass fast and savagely, and she came just as he did. Once again they had to be separated by the men, his huge prick stuck inside her. The men lounged around the room as she was ordered to clean up again, and she went back to the shower. When she returned to the main room, she was given yet another glass of juice and tied down so she could hardly move, her legs spread as far apart. Her class had just recently finished the unit on slavery, and was now studying southern segregation. Shawna herself grew up in the deep south and had to work against racism for a long time. It had made her pretty angry against the “white power structure” for a long time.Thinking back to her days in the south reminded her of the black boy James who she grew up next door to. Sometimes, the white boys used to tie her up naked and violate her. But James was the size of a tank. If he heard her.