My few seconds getting air, I could hear Deb in what sounded like the first half of an orgasm already! He always was her pussy’s Kryptonite (mine t...o!). I went back down and gave him another few seconds of dick sucking before I felt him pulling me up.Deb was a bit further back on the deck, writhing around as she was cumming, and he pushed me to the shallow end of the pool. ”What now?” I asked, throwing my arms around his neck as he followed. ”Now, I’m gonna fuck you.” he said, kissing me. I was pleased to see others were trying to improve themselves on their own, but it was only by chance I learned about a quarter of the estate guards had taken to the martial art nails. When the assassins tried to kill me one night it was the sharpened nails with their red ribbon that removed a number of threats. Apparently that spectacular demonstration of their effectiveness created a cult like following and interest in the weapon. On our walk one night Derwen and I stumbled on a private. I knew this voice belonged to a black man.I did not reply and kept on walking towards a booth. The man insisted and then I turned to him. He was a tall black guy, dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans. He walked in behind me. I felt that night I was in the mood for a big black cock; so, I did not object anything when the black guy entered the booth after me. I sat down on a bench and spread my legs a little; I stared at him and he smiled…He stood before me and he started to undo his jeans. He. " She asked with her broken voice while resuming her shaking that was lost for a few minutes."Just a nipple clamp," I said massaging her other breast while I admired her reaction, her mouth slightly open, her trembling, the way her chest heaved... It was beautiful to watch. "Be honest, it is not hurting that bad, right?"She took a moment, taking a deep breath, then answering with her lacking voice, "N- it –s not..." Good girl. Keep being honest with me and we will get along very well," I said.