Red knees and some bruises below her diaper were visible. Her Master told my Master she had been bad and had a few accidents after their daily anal cl...ansing. So, she was wearing the diaper until she could behave better. My Master allowed that I was a sex slave in training. The best he’d ever had he boasted. All the other Master said was just keep her in line. They get lazy with age. The Masters decided maybe a nice foursome would be entertaining and exchanged numbers. We parted company and. I'm not complaining tho.My fingers are working their magic right now!Intermission's over.What really got me though, was watching in the mirror as Julie pulled the damn thing out of me. The walls of my vagina were stretched beyond belief. Julie helped me clean up afterward. I loved her tender, loving attentions. I resolved to do the same for her if it kills me.I don't remember leaving her room, but I woke up in mine. I think that's everything. We talked about it at length early this morning. Not one of our boyfriends or husbands has agreed to be slaves to us or you, as you claimed that they would. I think that you’re all just hot air, and to prove it, I volunteer to bend over and take one for the team!” Rachel Ryan, one of Brandy’s oldest and closest friends, and a rather unhappily married woman, openly challenged her now.Brandy scowled, but she looked at the girls again, and they all snickered at Rachel’s open defiance. Clearly, the “She-Wolves,” as they half-seriously called. I know that sounds awfully strange but when a group of hard ass niggers like us find something we like, well we have as much fun with it as we can. And there is nothing we like better that breaking down some uppity white boy. So I’ll need you to listen closely to me now. Well as close as you can with a mouthful of cock”.I felt panic setting in as I absorbed Master’s words. Other people? Other strong black men? Using me the way Master does? Oh god! What can I do now? I’m trapped in a living.