"These are mine right now. I might yank so hard they pop right off of you. I might just feel like doing that." She stood again and pulled the rope sli...htly, putting a little tension against his nuts. She brought her foot up and caressed his balls with the toe of her shoe. She pulled a little harder on the rope, brought her foot up again and kicked him in the balls with the side of her foot. She expected him to collapse to the floor after that kick but he didn't, to her surprise. He made a. It always hurts like hell when I push the needles through my large labia lips of my cunt. I then put on a dress with no panties or stockings, essentially bare underneath. I then put on my 5 inch heels. I then headed to my favorite mall to do some torturous Christmas shopping. As I walked to my car I could feel the battery moving in me. I was really wet just thinking about what I was about to do to myself in public What would it be like with the 9 V battery inside of me, will it give me the. I licked and kissed and sucked and moaned like a whore, making sure to do exactly what he liked. His dick responded by hardening nicely.“Aye, I know your feelings are hurt, and you need to vent or whatever, but….but….oh…damn Georgy- that’s nice…yeah keep doing that… tryna get me in trouble at my own party..” He growled low, and I heard him lock the door behind him. “That’s a naughty boy.”“Big Frank,” I licked. “Fuck my hole.” I kissed. “Fuck me hard.” I sucked. Over and over, I did what he. By driving around in my expensive car and flashing my expensive jewelry in the faces of white people, I saw myself as a champion of black equality. Yet I didn’t know anything about the real world. I lived in Oak Bluffs, the wealthy black enclave of Martha’s Vineyard. I grew up surrounded by the sons and daughters of the Black Elite. What did I know of the real world? Angelo Mabuso was the man fate chose to teach me about the real world. This tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa..