Mother was quieter than usual. That did not bother me a bit. At home she changed into a house dress before starting dinner. I sat at the kitchen ta...le to do my school work. The pussy juice that had been left there had dried but the fragrance had lingered on. I thought how nice it was to enjoy that while doing school work. I had not yet finished when mother told me to put my work aside while I ate.I was hungry. I took a bite even before mother sat down. She asked, "What are these?" as. He continued to milk me and suck on my nipples forcibly; eventually making my tits empty.“Asya entertain us with a show” my Master said. “Use that big vibrator on your cunt”.I spread my legs and had my pussy fully accessible to their view. I began to fuck myself with the vibrator surprising myself as being able to take is all in. I grabbed my tit with the free hand and began to pull on my nipple that was sore from all the sucking that had been done to it. Causing me to wince only seemed to make. I went over to the nurses’ station and asked about the availability of coffee. The cafeteria was the location of the elixir, and I offered to make the trip for the whole troupe. Ronald volunteered to carry my spear for this one. We went down together.“Was she in pain when you guys got here?” said Ronald, as we headed downstairs.“Mild. Not too bad. I mean it was kind of intermittent if you know what I mean,” I said. He seemed as nervous or even more so than I was.We got the coffees and a dozen. . . a white person. To my untrained ear, it sounds as if you’re saying that understanding the mind of a submissive white man requires super human/magical powers because a normal Black woman simply isn’t capable of understanding your uncomplicated albeit warped desires. Does that about summarize what you’re trying to say? Because what I hear you saying is that you’re practically dumbfounded that you found a Black Domme who is as intelligent as . . . you are. I can assure you that I am.