She's poking the monster and getting him agitated bc she knows I need help to be mean and also bc the sex will be better for both of us if she can get...me tapped into to the evil that's always lurking just under my skin. What I love about her is her courage to do this everytime she senses I need a little nudge to get into my character. Without a single ounce of fear in her little body she knows by doing this it will almost certainly mean the most pain and cruelest degradation as possible within. I knew I was meat to be a girl for black men. But, I was fucked by a gym employee as a boy, meaning I wasn’t dressed up at all like a girl. It was not long after my first black cock. By then, I had a few black cocks in my ass. I tasted many black men also. I knew that I was getting more pleasure getting fucked than fucking girls. I somewhat lost interest in girls, but I loved how they dressed. I saw myself already like a girl. Anyhow, by then, I had never been fucked like a boy.I was 19. I was. Blain accepted it with a cheer of, ‘ Slainte’, to him, James returning it in kind. ‘Blain, this is Andrew MacDougall, this is Harlan Douglas and this is Jacob MacLean.’ directing his hand to each, as he spoke. Blain greeted each with a shake of clasped wrists, holding on to Jacob’s hand a little longer, looking into his eyes and studying him, before letting go, showing no emotion one way or the other, then stood beside Sloan again. Jacob looked visibly unnerved by the look and body language. I could bear the weight on my pelvis no more yet, I could not bear the idea of Jane blowing me, right there, in front of Lynette. I could not bear the thought of her seeing me, enjoying Jane's mouth, spilling my seed into her, while she hung from her ropes and suffered the sting of the cat.I moved to her back; the sight of her ruined back, purple and red welts, with spots of crimson blood where the sharp leather edges cut into her soft skin, cooled my ardors for a second; then my cock again.