“Love you guys, meet you at the hospital.”John went back to his room, looked up a phone number in his little black book, and dialed a number.“Bi...l Knight,” a voice answered, “Espee Logistics Office.”“Hey Billy,” John said, “John Caldwell.”“John,” Billy replied, “It sure has been a while. What can I do for you?”“I’m sure you’ve already been asked for it,” John said, “But I need the manifest from a train, Hot-Shot 162, that was operating around Phoenix on October 9th.”“That train?” Billy replied,. I lay, still with Lincoln's semi-hard cock inside me and his cum dribbling into my ass. Lincoln had his arms around my waist. As we lay together he whispered."You're mine now girlboy, you're my slave girl and I am gonna do exactly what I want with you".I smiled, he'd got me, just like I'd always dreamed of. I do whatever he wanted. My body was his now.I murmured "God, I love you Lincoln. I'm going to be the best girlfriend you ever had".His hands dropped to my ass and gently squeezed. I wanted. He wanted to show them how he was training me to be his black cock slut. By this time in my training I was past all the embarrassment of his treatment and was flooding the floor with my juices. I counted four of his friends that I had been introduced to. Their touch and the words they had called me, like whore and slut, only made me hotter. I hate being teased and Jamal knows this, so this was the worst punishment he could have come up with.Occasionally, one of his friends would come back in. HB: Well, the alarm havent rang, soooo...My heart skipped, 'what is she saying?' ran through my mind,Me: So, is that even legal? What am I saying now...I stepped closer and she turned away slightly. Going closer,I tipped-toe slightly, planting a kiss her on the cheek, hands held behind my back. We were both in t-shirts and shorts, and I could see the lump on her chest, my little brother leaped at the sight of it. To be honest, it was rather awkward, I wanted it but I do not really know what I.