You would not be allowed any of the normal physical sexual pleasures associated with marriage, except for masturbation. If you want to. Or if you don'.... I really don't care either way. Just don't do it where I could see (it looks really pathetic) and don't get any on me.I would maintain a stable of black lovers at my own discretion and choosing. You may recruit candidates for me, but I have the final say on who I fool around with. Well, actually, the black guy in question would have final say. "Hi Coach, I'm too tired to stay up anymore. My Mom says I can help you more tomorrow. Is that OK?" Little Declan said apologizing as he hugged his teddy bear.Meaghan looked up to Jared and smiled saying, "He didn't want to seem a baby on the plane with his Teddy so we packed it and it was too hard to find last night. He didn't get much sleep so after helping me all day he's zonked. I told him you would understand." She said with a wink.Declan was a little embarrassed at his Mom's words, even. While watching myself in the mirror, I added my new button-down shirt; White - just as my master ordered. My attire was completed by a new, very short, flared black skirt and matching high heels. I looked in the mirror again. Who is this person staring back at me? Was I really ready to go on this new adventure?I was nervous and excited about what my master had in store for me, but I trusted him completely. I was discovering that the more daring and erotic my tasks were becoming, the more I was. I don’t care how he’s inside of me, or about the pain and humiliation he inflicts, as long as he just doesn’t stop. I only care that I get more. I hear myself begging for him to go harder, but a part of me can’t believe it’s me saying this. I look up to see the other guy still watching, waiting, as if he’s next. I make myself ignore him, not a hard task under the circumstances of having my hips gripped, and being pulled back harder and harder onto a raging dick. I feel every inch of him in me,.