I ran all the way through the city until finally collapsing at the front concrete streets of my house. I remember the feelings I felt afterwards. Not...the scared, humilated feeling I had felt ten seconds after getting fucked, but the feeling of need and lust. Like I need a black man to dominate me and use me as his sex toy. The need to feel the enourmous girth and length of a big black cock inside me. The lust to feel the pounding of a black mans balls on my ass and the light prickle of his. 'You know Joe, it's a shame your on the other side of the country', I would murmur down the line, as I fingered myself, 'Why is that Mariel', he would reply, 'I would eat you up the minute you stepped inside my home', and at that point release an ear-splitting orgasm down the phone, to which Joe would respond with a release of his own.Of course these only happen on rare occasions, as my toy collection is minimal, but we do keep in contact, and Joe lets me know of other customers in my area,. She smiled and put her one hand on my breast and said kaya tum in kay liay pareeshan ho. Main hairaan reh gai aur kaha nahin aur phir haan main head hilla diya. She said tum kal mujhay chhutti kay baad idhar hi milna and left. Main ghar aa kar sara waqat is baray main sochati rahi. Next day chhutti kay baad main usii jaga aa gaee. Paach minute kay baad miss neelum aaien aur kaha aaou mere saath. Wo mujhay apnay ghar lay gaeen aur hum donoo un kay bed room main baith gaaiy. Miss neelam mere say. But it was not to be, coming across the field were a couple, a very good looking man and a very attractive lady. The women spotted her from a little distance away and made a straight line for her, asking her what she was doing tethered to the middle of the field. The slave showed her letter to the women. Hoping that the women would show some solidarity with her fellow female. But she had put her hopes on the wrong women. She immediately dispatched the man to the side of the field where there.