My journals relate what was done to me over ten weeks of mytraining as a slave to Sir, my master. I was instructed to keep a hand writtenrecord of my ...raining and to include the feelings and emotions that my ordealsaroused in me. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as theweeks passed my time with pen and paper became a solace to me. Recently, I decided to publish my journals. I am not a writer and when Iset down the accounts of my ordeals, I often wrote in a form one might. God, Ilooked like one of those Instagramm models, I hope it won't causeproblems when I try to get some sleep tonight.When I walked into Paul's room, he was laying in bed on his phone withhis phone in his hand. The next thing I noticed was that he was jerkinghis penis off. Oh my god! I should have knocked. I was frozen like adeer in headlights as I noticed he was certainly packing quite a largemember. It had to be around 8 inches. He jarred his head up and pulledhis boxers over his hard-on. “Relax” he said, as he began forcing himself into me.Without any lube, except the saliva John had left in and on me, it was tight. I wasn’t sure I could take Jim into me, but after some pushing, the head of his cock popped into my ass. His pushing had driven my mouth over Rob’s cock, it was now on its journey into my mouth, and down my throat. This was a new experience. I was being, what was it? Spit roasted? A cock in each end? I began to apply suction onto Rob’s cock, drawing him in deeper. "You like that, Massa?" asked the young slave girl. "You like havin' yo' nigga fuck you like this?" Yeah," he said. "Fuck me like that." His closed his eyes as she continued to move herself up and down on him.She was getting tired and wanted to finish him. She'd learned what to say."You gonna cum in yo' nigga, Massa?" she cooed. "You gonna cum all up her coochie? Huh? " Oh, yeah," he murmured."You gonna cum, now? You gonna make me yo' nigga?" She was bouncing hard and fast. Her breasts were.