“Yes master.” She replied.“What is your whole reason for being slave?” He asked.“Too please you master.”“And what purpose does your bod... serve?”“To be your cum dumpster master.” She replied.“Good girl. Now, do slaves wear clothes?” He asked.“Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said.Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet.“On your knees whore.” He instructed.. I could feel Tim growing and throbbing and I knew he was close. I sucked harder As he shot a never ending load of come in my mouthTim finished with a strong final thrust into my mouth. After a minute he pulled back and sat next to me.How funny, I thought, Jenni and I both have his come on our facesOnce again, I was shot and headed to bed. I think Tim was starting to lick Jenni as I fell asleepI woke up some time later. Tim and Jenni had rolled me over to my stomach and they were positioned at. To a White man, it was just the surroundings, but to an Indian, it was life. Black Wolf recognized the trail of blood leading off into the brush, even though it looked like a simple slight discoloration in the dirt. He took his newly acquired Henry rifle, reloaded it, and followed the trail into the brush.He went slowly and carefully, knowing that the blood trail had to have come from an Indian, a White man would have stayed where his fellows could have found him. Knowing this, Black Wolf. "And he did, too. It was sitting on the table. Right next to his coffeecup. He hadn't let it out of his sight since Miss Linda left for work.And without any reluctance at all he reached for it and applied agenerous coat of shocking pink to his lips 'til they glistened. All thewhile looking up into Mistress Melissa's eyes and smiling submissively.She held her clit while she lightly ran just the drooling tip back andforth across his silken lips. He couldn't taste anything. His lips.