My heart started to beat hard. The images still wouldn’t let me go, and my mind embellished what it had seen, red skin that rubbed against pale one,...hands that roamed and squeezed, fingers with pointy nails that painted fiery trails over forbidden parts, his manhood, standing huge and enticing. “I will!” My own voice, strangely loud and distant, had spread a new hush and declared my fate with only two words. My feet carried me to the front of the assembled sisterhood on their own volition. I. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens.A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her knees. He legs are clad in dark shimmering hose, her feet in black patent-leather. She liked the feel of his half hard dick poking her against her mound. She loved the feel of his strong hands on her butt pulling her against him. "That was your first? I hope you liked it," she said"Yes it was. I loved it." She tilted her face up and kissed him on the lips. It was not a sisterly kiss. "It was wonderful. But why did you strip and suck me off?" he continued."Did I make you hard?" she asked."Yes, well, when you came in I was thinking about Cindy but then I started thinking about. She moved towards me and kissed me. I kissed her back, open mouthed and let her tongue touch mine. She moaned and cooed as our kiss began deeper and more passionate. I felt her hands undo my belt and zipper, then letting my pants fall to the floor, stroked my hard, aching cock. “”Mmmm baby, I want to taste you” she said softly and sensually before moving to her knees before me. “Mmm, baby, you’re so hard!” she said and licked down the side of my cock then around my engorged head. I was losing.