More and more quiet. Quiet and empty. Quiet... and empty..." The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze, spelling Dominica's name. "Y...u must obey." And, just under her breath, Daniella muttered her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica." Her mind became more and more pliable, more and more open, with every word her Mistress spoke.Daniella's hips were pumping constantly, now. Her arms were limp, useless appendages, at her side. The jiggling of the van pushed the butt plug. She went down all the way immediately, had me screaming like there was no tomorrow."Shit, you sexy woman!" I screamed.She didn't say anything, but she looked over towards me. She had the mysterious factor working for her. I had to wonder what won her over exactly, even though I was experiencing some great pleasure. She reached over, and grabbed my hands. She put them onto her back, as I leaned up a little bit. I felt her bare back, and I guess that sealed the deal. We both had a thing for each. I bet we put on a nice show if someone is out there too!" Groaning, I shifted back to my seat, and arranged my hardon upward. Noticing, she smiled while she buttoned her top back up. "I know it's seems unfair, Bob, about Tyrone not allowing me to touch a white boy's privates any more." "Yes, (groan) well...!" "But," she added breezily while she checked her makeup in the mirror, "I suppose it's only fair though. I could never be interested in your little penis, Bob, even if Tyrone wasn't around.. I was pretty keen on the idea myself. What a woman! The hospitality had been great. When Ruth had told my mother she would be delighted to put me up if I ever came to the "big smoke" she wasn't just being polite and the extra services supplied by the establishment had put the accommodation in the five-star bracket.And then there was the daughter, Zelda, 18 years old and oozing nubility, if the pictures in the flat were anything to go by. A raven-haired beauty with a toothy-white smile and a.