It was right, I did need this. It had been so long. Too long.I turned around to look about me in the dimly lit room. I found nothing of interest, yet ... couldn’t walk away. I lowered myself to the floor and while on my hands and knees I spread my legs wide and lowered my hands so that my forehead was touching the concrete.The cold air whipped itself into a frenzy between my open legs. Lapping and licking at my open lips that were so rudely pointing upwards waiting for it to take me. My breathing. Her face was pritty but distorted by the hand fast aprouching her own face.-slap-Chloe shreiked but recovered to shout at the woman"who the hell are you and where the fu-"Her collar tightened cutting off her air. She choked and went red as the blood in her head pulsed, screaming for oxygen.Just as she felt the world becoming darker the collar loosened and she gasped for air."do not speak to me like that again or I will be forced to punish you." the woman spoke with a commanding air, as if she. The place was a mansion compared to anyplace he had ever lived before. Pete grew up in the bad part of Dallas, Texas. Black kids didn't hang out with white kids and his reticence to socialize with whites carried into his adult life. His home in Dallas was a three bedroom house with nine people living in it. His father's job as a janitor in the Dallas School District involved very long hours six days a week. The job didn't pay much but it was all that was available to an uneducated black man in. Some bloke appeared over the fence and told them off, at which they sauntered off giggling. I went to the bedroom at the front of the house, in case they went that way and to my delight they did, so I carried on wanking. They were just milling about, generally being quite naughty, banging on fences etc then one of them kept lifting her top up and walking about wriggling her arse, which really got me horny. I undid my shirt and went right up to the window and made it obvious I was wanking over.