My peeped seemed to have atrophied to a little nub. Mistress rubbed the tiny head and I squirmed. It was so sensitive. "Just like a little clittie," s...e pronounced. The measuring tape was produced, but my peepee wouldn't get hard.The Mistress asked the three black guys to come over and show me there cocks. I was pushed to my knees as they stood in front of me and dropped their pants revealing three dangling thick black cocks. My mouth reflexively watered and I stared at their beautiful cocks.. "I'm just ... not ready for all that now. Children? With me? Are you nuts? I'd be the worst father imaginable." I think you'd be the best. You're honest, loyal, kind, brave, trustworthy ... thrifty, too." She was ticking them off on her fingers. "You didn't even buy much when we went shopping. Let's see ... what else is in the Boy Scout Pledge? ... Reverent. I think you'd fail on that one. What else? Obedient. We'll have to see about that one," she said and laughed."Yeah. Obedient. Not so. " I was disgusted with myself...but I knew I needed his cock. Not only was I obsessed with the size of it, but I had never cum like that before; just putting it in my mouth made me cum within minutes. He pulled back his leg and kicked my ribs with as much force as he could muster. He knocked all the air out of me at once, leaving me gasping for breath and holding my stomach. In a screaming voice he said,"Don't you ever call me 'nigga' again, you uneducated honky. I'm a black! Now beg!" His. “Did he touch your vagina?” I asked. Mandy looked puzzled. “Your cunt,” I explained. “Yes,” she said, blushing profusely and looking at her hands in her lap. I too was looking in the same direction. Her legs had parted and I could now see the crotch of her lace panties. They may have been a little damp. My cock gave another twitch. Mandy saw the direction of my gaze and quickly closed her legs. I pressed on. “Did he put his fingers inside your cunt?” I asked as matter of fact as I could. “Yes,”.