He continued hitting me, alternatively rubbing his fingers over my clit and then slapping. I slowly got adjusted to the rhythm.Tension started to buil... up inside me. Rohit sensed it and continued to slap and rub me very fiercely. Finally, I closed my trembling legs around his hand tightly and released myself. My whole body went limp, and my breath was out of control too.Rohit tugged me into his arms and allowed me to rest, caressing my back. After my breathing normalized, he cupped my head in. No wonder Lola the Lesbian couldn't keep her eyes off her, Donald thought. Well, Lola could look, but she'd better keep her hands to herself. Stella was his woman, and he sure as hell wasn't about to share her with anyone else, especially a damned dyke. Across the room, Lola rose, teetering. A drink in hand, she staggered across the lounge, bumping and grazing tables as she made her way toward Donald and Stella, earning angry glances from the female couples whose chairs she jostled. She. I was both. I stuffed each sock in my mouth as though they were g****s and sucked the juices out of them. He allowed me to take his pants off, but not his briefs. I could see the outlined of a monster white dick. All the forces on this earth were not enough to stop the damn from breaking. While I was kneeling before his seated figure, and in a very low hesitant voice, I called him "White Master." He remained quiet. I repeated "White Master." He ordered me to lick his dick through his underwear. I could swipe a pair of panties out of not moms hamper, wear them for the next day, and them jack off with them knowing that my cock would end up smelling just like her pussy. Looking back now, I'll admit it was getting out of control.I was about t*****. It was early afternoon. Not mom wouldn't be home for hours and the maid was off in another part of the house, napping probably. I picked out a black sheer crotchless body stocking to wear, and swiped a smelly pair of black satin full back.