(It hurt a bit all the time, but when thepressure pushed very hard, it hurt more) I needed relief, the shock andweirdness of the morning, all my fault...of course, had stopped me frommy morning absolutions. I was full and stuffed and needed relief. Afear, The fear, crept into me. They hadn't forgot ever before but whatif they did. What if they left me this way and I had to explode insidemy body or outside. It was a constant fear. The plug was that tight.And what if I exploded out back and they. As if reading my mind Dean encouraged me, "Barbara, be brave. You can do this."Robert interjected, "This collar shows my dominance over you and blacks' dominance over whites."As always, I yielded to Dean's desires and stayed. I thought about how I had gotten myself into it all. I never thought things would go this far. Somehow I thought that this would all just be some kind of role play. Things just moved so fast.The reality sank in as the black bitch locked the slave collar around my neck. I. It hung off the edge of the couch, cut, flaccid, and at least eight inches long. Seriously, it dwarfed my hand, its shaft as thick as my wrist. My eyes bulged. Even in porn, I had rarely seen a cock quite like Jenny's. I had to squeeze it to get my fingers around. I stroked it couple times and precum began to flow from the tip. I did my best to take her into my mouth, but having never done it before, I struggled to get more than a couple inches past lips. I used my tongue, though my jaw. The truth is always better than the rumors. The football team had gone to an out of town football game. The girls conned the boys into letting them ride the bus home. The fact that they were wearing tight T-shirts that amplified their big breasts may have helped. They promised them sex if they could get them on the bus.The boys sneaked them on before most of the team and coaches got to the bus. They hid them in the back. Once the bus was rolling and they knew it was too late for them to get.