Her name was Amanda. She had just turned 18. She was alsoAfrican American. Picture a thicker version of Halle Berry. Amandawould be a pleasant c...ange from Jasmine...or so I thought.It turns out that Amanda was now my new boss. Liz did not think I wasready to be a boss. She said that some people are 'made to be bosses andsome people are made to be workers.' She said that I should realize myplace and stop being so macho. She said that if I was girl---it wouldnot bother me to have Amanda. They were pushing large trolleys with huge bundles of black rubber articlesthat stuffed in bags and labeled with each slaves I.D. numbers.??????????????? Matt was removed from his bed,and began to struggle. ?Another fucking month?!? he screamed into the gag,although all that came out was a muffled groan. A straightjacket was shovedonto him and strapped into place, securing his arms tightly. He was then pickedup by one of the orderlies while another slipped on a leg binder whichculminated in a. I couldn’t resist the heat of the scene any longer, so I dropped my lips to her nearest nipple and began to suckle ... all the while watching her experienced fingers explore the outer folds of her spunk-soaked quim.Mom looked down at us and released Dad’s hair from her grip so that he too could enjoy the erotic scene playing out beneath him ... His daughter-in-law servicing his cock ... her stretched mouth obviously hungry for more ... Her hands busy on both his heavy sack and her own pussy. .we walked down the hall towards the front door, James shouted through to his parents, we are going to play footy,OK came the reply, back home by 9 pm don't be late, school tomorrow, we left the house, James said this way, we walked down towards the alleyway, I said I though we were going to play footy, No said James I had to get out, OK I said We walked toward an area where there were bushes we had a little Den amongst the bushes, our Den was made from old bits of wood and plastic we had all.