We stopped kissing and then you took my hand, and led me into your house, up the stairs, and into your bedroom. The walls were pink, and adorned with ...osters of various indie bands. You laid down on your zebra print bed, gesturing for me to come hither. The testosterone raging through me was doing all the thinking at this point, and I was happy to oblige.We kissed and felt up each other some more, and I found myself undoing your bikini top. As soon as I undid the knot, you took it and threw it. She saw due to facebook that I was in town. So she contacted me in order a meet me.I never expected that she is gonna contact me as she broke up with me and I made me really ridicilous afterwards.However, I was all excited but then she became sick over christmas and we did not meet upAnyway, I still fucked the hot 21 year old hottie where I lived while I was in my hometown. So it was not too bad.But after a few days, the last day she was in town (right before she moved), she called me and after. The large volume enemas had become entrapped in the folds of her intestines and as they became dislodged during the night she had to make many trips to let out the water. As she could hear from the toilets flushing in other stalls some of the other slaves were having a similar experience. Added to that was the thin gruel and small loaf of bread that was her supper and she didn’t sl**p too comfortably. Because of the whipping she spent most of the night sl**ping on her stomach. In the morning. I said yes it does hurt but my ladyship has and is training me to accept that I am to hurt for white pussy.She asked “does your lady know about us and how nasty you are with me”? I told her yes I don’t hide anything from you. She asked if I am going to tell you about tonight. I said of course she need to know her nigger slave is pleasuring whit pussy as he should. She asked “does she call you her nigger slave for real” I said yes, mainly when my mouth wrapped around her stinky pussy and she’s.