Just relax and enjoy. I need it as much or more than you do." washer reply.Who was I to argue.She then slipped her fingers under the waistband of my b...iefs and slid themoff of me. My erect penis was now free to stand on its own. The intensityincreased as I felt her silky hands begin to caress it. Gently and slowly sheworked her magic in the way only a woman can. Then, I felt the wet warmth asshe took me into her mouth. I could only writhe at the pains of pleasure.After I released, she pulled my. How do I know you still want tell..." They both started to laugh. The mail boy said to me '...that's a risk you are gonna take. If you don't please us, we lose nothing. Please us and you gain to good fucking dudes..." Seeing those two young black dicks being stroked triggered long stealth memories in me as I stood before them. The Mail boy's cock was thick dark and elongated his friends was huge and squat, both was cut and fat glans on both. I admit I was moved to servicing them but I wanted. .Next she dragged me to bathroom and made me lie on the floor and opened her panties and started pissing on me and I drank every drop of it after finishing she said to clean her pussy while I am cleaning she slapped me on my cheeks after finishing she went and said to me to wash and come after I finished washing and came out I am surprised to see ladies clothes on bed then she came and ordered me to wear the clothes and I have a girlish body because I don’t have any hair on my body and pure. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart's throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a "Stockholm Syndrome", but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these few hours."It feels weird in this car without the handcuffs on," I exposed the crimson stripes on my wrists."Give me that tiny hand of yours; you will be a slave of my wheel." So far I am a slave.