“When you talk to me, it master,” he said hitting her back thigh hard again. “And you are my slut. Beg slut, Tell me how you are going to be a g...od little white slave. I had been watching your ass for weeks and now its mine.”“Yes master, please master, don’t hit me anymore. Please master, this slut will be a good little slut and lick your cock and balls. Please, master.” Julie begged.The pain was more than she could bear and even his black cock couldn’t be any worse than this. In tears, she was. Both Mark and Christie looked at each other and smiled. "Oh you've gone and done it now. They're gonna think you're a freak." I tried to smile and shake my nervousness. Christie put her little hand on top of mine and winked. "No need to be nervous hon, we understand." I thought she was just being sarcastic at first. I mean, let's face it, even the most mainstream fetishes are not widely accepted. Mark read my emotions as they ran across my face. "Steven, man, calm down. What Christie is trying. Every time I touch it too much it makes me feel like I need to pee, but when I try to go to the bathroom I don’t have to go. I think I will try it right after I just peed. I need to pee now so I’m going to go back to my room to do that now. Bye.”Have fun.When she was gone Annie said, “Did you have as much of a problem not laughing at her as I did. I know her brain slammed all around in her skull, but it is so hard hearing her talk like a little kid in a grown woman’s body. It sure doesn’t sound. She pictured her fantasy, tall and muscular, a west indian businessman in town for a conference. She would meet him in the bar of his hotel, the Hilton or maybe the Clarendon, he would be a bit nervous but she would put him at his ease while they drank cocktails and she would whisper her suggestions to him and watch as the bulge in his expensive trousers grew bigger and bigger. Leaving the bar, with Champagne ordered, they would quickly make their way to his room where the sordid formalities.