?Yes, Sir?? I crawled out of the mudpit, then walked over to kneel before him, forehead to the floor. ?You stink, you?re covered in mud andpigshit.? H... grabbed my plastic collar and shook me. ?I can barely tell it?syou!? He wiped off some mud in disgust, letting the green collar show through.?Didn?t anyone tell you what day it is?? ?No, Sir.? I felt miserable, sorry he hadgot his hand dirty because of me. ?May I clean your hand?? ?Shut up. Where?s Red?? ?With the cows, Sir.? Red was younger. In seconds, Senator Argente was grinding his pelvis into hers, his groin smacking against her dripping wet cunt lips at a frantic pace."Noooo, noooo, ohhh! It's too much!" Padme screamed, the friction of his textured cock sending her into a frenzy of unwanted pleasure. Her back arched off the table as he plowed into her, grunting noisily from the cock-clenching tightness of her spasming cunt muscles."Take it, bitch! Love my cock, you little Naboo whore!" Never!" she shouted, bucking wildly on. "What?" I asked."What were you focusing on back when we were trying to turn on the lights?" The wall," I answered."Yeah, me too." he agreed. "Why?"Why?" I began, but then it occurred to me, as it obviously already had to him. We'd been focusing on where we expected a light switch to be, rather than on the lights themselves. "You're right, lets try."I walked back to the tunnel and pointed the flashlight up so we could see one of the smooth little domes. I focused on that and the side-by-side. I relaxed just a little when Jamal pushed me down to my knees in front of him. He had ordered me to wear thigh high black leather boots, a tiny black leather miniskirt, a tight top to cover my boobs and a spiked collar. I was ready for him to enjoy my body whenever he wanted.My loving husband was away from town. He would never know I dared to wear that sexy outfit for my Black Master...Jamal smiled to me, knowing I have always loved he could use me as his personal white married slut. He told me.