After the game I sat on the park bench near the street. I noticed a nice car parked about 50 yards down the street and a black man was sitting ins...de although I couldn’t see him clearlyFinally, it was time to go home. I started walking back to my house. Within a minute that car drove up and it was the man that had met me in the theater. He stopped and said, “Why don’t you come get in the car and ride around with me for awhile.” I replied, “ Why are you bothering me again? . “ Keep hitting his pretty little cock,” Ophelia said. “Keep striking his cock, Ophelia. If you make the corners of those metal hex nuts hit him correctly, soon enough, he’ll start to bleed. Make his cock and balls bleed.”Cheered on my Mistress Flavia, Ophelia lashed my cock and balls with the metal-tipped whip. Each stroke of the whip felt like I was being stabbed with hundreds of poison needles. My cock and balls were repeatedly being stung when the sharp metal corners of the hex nuts bit into. But she never used the safe word that we had agreed on before we were married. All she had to do was holler, “poodle”, and I would have stopped everything. But she didn’t.Jamal grabbed her face and forced her to look at his uncut cock, at the massive size of it, then forced his cockhead between her lips. All the time he was calling her nasty names, like cheap cunt and white gutter slut, and other names too dirty to publish in this story. Then he fell down over her and forced his tongue into her. Keira shivered slightly. He'd been unshaven in hospital and the dark stubble on his cheeks and jaw made him appear so sexy. She'd asked Mom about him and learned he was young, only twenty-five, a Liberal Arts major, and currently employed as Creative Director of the Land-Ferris Advertising Agency.Unfortunately he'd been gone from hospital the day after she visited him. But her thoughts were full of him. Reaching out, she grabbed her iPhone and, with a deft flick of her finger, brought up the.