”Frank gave him instructions on how to care for my tattoo. My Master took careful notes. Frank said he would check on it the next day when he droppe... off the belt.When we got back to the guest house, everyone made a fuss of me and admired my collar and bracelet and the new tattoo. My Master took me upstairs and cleaned me careful not to disturb the new tattoo.The next day came and I found I was focused and excited on every sound that could be a visitor arriving. I was waiting for Frank to. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and squirted lube on its length. "You see this big, black dick", he said, "it's about to open that worthless, white ass." He then positioned hiimself behind me the same way Dwayne had, ass up and face down. John was on one knee and his other foot was flat on the bed as he mounted me. I felt a sudden grip of pain as he shoved his much larger black cock into my ass. A second later and my soft, white ass was bouncing against him, I could hear and feel his. "How about you guys?" Listened to a band; had drinks; came back. That's about it."Brian was climbing into the bed, on top of the covers. Jen was at the couch."I may need help pulling this hide-away bed out," she said."No you won't," Brooke answered swiftly. "I think you should join us in the bed."The statement was so matter-of-fact that Jen couldn't reply at first. She looked at Brooke and then at Brian. The cabin was dead silent."Well, I...I mean...," Jen stammered. "If that's what you guys. I started to tease them, but I was outflanked and outclassed. So the next thing I knew, I was holding a mini-lesson on ballroom dancing in the middle of the Dining Hall."I think this would go better with music," Ileana suggested when Abby had trouble keeping in step. So we headed over to the Pavilion and the Sunday night dance.The ranch had brought in a small orchestra for the holiday, and I found myself wondering where they found eighteen musicians who didn't mind performing in the nude. As my.