. how tight I was... how he dreamt of this… how I was going to make him cum. And then the next things he said are what kind of broke me, and put him...into a frenzy.He asked, “Who’s ass is this now? Tell me who your ass belongs to.”I didn't answer him immediately and he thrust into me two or three times making me gasp and moan, and then he repeated his question again.I quietly said, “You... my ass belongs to you.”Just saying those words, and hearing them come out of my mouth, completely stripped. There was a knock at this filthy motel room’s door.My Master opened; but I did not rise my head up from the pillow.“Oh, yeah, man… This married white bitch ass’ looks good…”The deep voice was unknown to me; so I turned my head to look at the new guy. He was another lucky nigger; one of the huge ones…“May I use your white bitch, man…?” He asked my Black Master.“Yeah, man… just go ahead… but she is still a bit tight…”My Black Master joked, knowing he had stretched me to the limits.His new friend. This strained her ability to believe them.“They are...” she began, but couldn’t seem to get the rest of the sentence out.The girls smiled at the young architect and hooked their arms through hers before herding her into the kitchen. “Sit,” Melissa said, pointing to the smaller of the kitchen tables while she went farther into the kitchen. Bringing back a tray with a pitcher of tea and glasses filled with ice, she put them on the table. As Jennie took over and poured their tea, Melissa. When Raoul got home, I had to be ready. Or else.I went to the front door and waited. He had just called and would bepulling up the driveway in seconds. I took a look at myself in the hugeportrait mirror. I was in one of my greeting costumes. I was lacedinto a black latex corset that pushed my breasts high on my chest butleft most of them bare. There were black over-the-knee leggings, alsolatex, and too-tall pumps. A silly little apron. A flouncy, lacy cap. I was the perfect kink.